fool who dreams☽

- I need to go to my mind palace - MASTERLIST

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masterlist🪐

♡ - fluff || ☁ - angst

Marvel

↠ Peter Parker (TH)

flirty bully coming your way ♡

in which Y/N helps Flash believe that Peter has a girlfriend and an internship during a field trip at Stark Industries.

¿cómo está tu hija, eh? ♡

in which Peter goes for a sandwich to the best deli in Queens, but instead of Mr Delmar, he meets his daughter Y/N .

shooting star ♡

in which, after Peter got blipped away, Y/N starts talking to the stars everyday, hoping he'd hear. Until one day..

bulletproof ☁

in which Y/N gets hurt on a mission and can't risk for the team to get distracted, so she keeps it to herself.

little dirt-ball of happiness♡

in which Wade Wilson's daughter, the sweet and shy Y/N, saves the Avengers and has an eye opening talk with Spiderman about a mutual friend.

shrink♡

in which Tony is tired of hearing her daughter talk about her crush, and Peter talk about his. So he sets them up for confrontation and decides to have a little fun with it...

↳ Series

can the universe make a mistake? ☁♡

(Part I) (Part II) (Part III)

(soulmate!au) Can you be the soulmate of someone whom apparently is not the soulmate of yours? Can the universe make a mistake?

BBC Sherlock

↠ Sherlock

unintentional mystery ♡

The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you

home sweet home ♡

Sherlock invites you to be his plus one to John and Mary's wedding. You haven't seen him in years, but he still feels like your home.

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Send this to the nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 🩷🩷

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high five !!!

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Can you do a part 2 of bulletproof? Please

ofc!! anything particular you'd like to see?

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home sweet home

summary:

Sherlock invites you to be his plus one to John and Mary's wedding. You haven't seen him in years, but he still feels like your home.

"Your- you want me to be your- best man? me?" Sherlock asked after several minutes of silence.

"Of course Sherlock" John reassured his best friend with an amused smirk on his face.

Sherlock was confused, surely, but happily surprised nonetheless.

"So? Do you think you could do it?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I do."

"No offense, but that is not something I'd want to hear from you when talking about my wedding."

Sherlock let out a nervous laugh, but his mind was elsewhere. He was organizing, browsing, scheduling, defining, panicking. But he was happy.

As the wedding planning went on, - Sherlock being really involved in its every part - it became the detective's priority. The great Sherlock Holmes was already really selective when it came to cases to take on, but now, since he vowed to dedicate most of his time to his new responsibility, he became even pickier.

Mary and John tried everything to distract him once in a while, but it only worked for a brief period of time: no mystery was intriguing and time consuming to the point where he'd take more than six hours to solve it. Until what was supposed to be just a simple question completely froze his brain.

"Hey Sherlock, I was thinking..." John begun.

"Well done, John, I always knew you could make it one day." Sherlock mocked.

"...I was thinking" John repeated with a roll of his eyes. "who you're going to take as your plus one to the wedding."

"My plus one?" Sherlock looked at his friend with confusion in his piercing blue eyes. "Am I not enough on my own?"

"Of course you are." John chuckled. "I'm just saying, if there's anyone you'd want to ask, feel free."

"That's a kind offer, thank you John." Sherlock smiled, but the feeling of confusion wouldn't leave his head; then it moved to his stomach. He thought about it thoroughly, but the whole time he knew who he wanted to see standing next to him in such an important day. It was you.

He hadn't seen you in so long, but he never missed a chance to talk to you via text. The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember. The dynamics of your relationship was nothing but an innocent childhood bond, that slowly tuned into the best kind of flirty friendship. You had left England years prior, due to your parents' job, then to your own. But you wouldn't have missed the wedding for the world, you couldn't miss a chance to see your favorite curly-haired best friend.

The day of the wedding finally came and so did the reception.

"So, Sherlock" Mary begun as the bride and groom approached him. "Are you having fun?"

"Yes, very much so." He absentmindedly replied while attentively looking around.

John tried to follow his gaze for a few seconds. "Are you looking for someone?"

"Yes, I am looking for my plus one."

"You brought someone?" Mary smiled. "Like- you actually brought someone?"

"Yes. Is this so surprising to you?"

"Yes. But in the best possible way."

"Why so?" Sherlock asked, moving his focus on the bride.

"Because now John owes me 10 pounds." She laughed.

"No, no I don't owe you anything because we still don't know if that's actually true. I won't believe it until I see her. Or him."

"Her." Sherlock corrected as his gaze started scanning the room again.

"Or him." John replied.

"Oh no, it's definitely a her." Mary interrupted while openmouthedly following the point where the best man's gaze had fixated upon.

The moment you walked in you quickly scanned the room in search of the familiar face. You felt really confident and beautiful in the outfit you had chosen and, from the gazes you were receiving, many of the guests would agree with you.

"There she is." Sherlock smiled warmly as you approached him and the spouses. "On time, as always." He mocked.

"Why William, you have somewhere else you'd rather be than here, waiting for me?"

"Never." He confessed sincerely, kissing your hand softly. How much had you missed him. The two of you always jokingly flirted, but you couldn't help but feel a thunderstorm in your stomach every time. Neither of you would address the feeling they'd get when the other said or did a certain thing in a certain way. You could only hope it was all true. But it would be unrealistic and unfair of you to ask the most famous persona in the whole England to not get involved with anyone because you loved him.

"Wait a moment-" John interrupted. "William?"

"Oh right. You're known as Sherlock here, aren't you? The Great Sherlock Holmes. I don't mind it, it has a nice ring to it." You jokingly pinch his blushing cheek as he rolled his eyes. "You must be Mary and John. I'm y/n." You smiled at the two, shaking their hands. "Congratulations. You know, I've heard so much about you two."

"I can't say the same." John's gaze darted between you and Sherlock, not hiding his confused expression.

"Oh Really?" You turn your eyes to meet the icy blue ones of your friend. "Maybe William is just ashamed of me."

"It's the exact opposite of that. If I had told them how beautiful you were, they would've thought I was crazy." He flirted.

"That's not why we think you're crazy, Sherlock." John chimed in, causing you and Mary to giggle.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Sherlock offered. Mary and John politely declined the offer, but you didn't.

"Yes please, a glass of wine would be perfect." You smile thankfully, watching him walk away.

"He was always so sweet and kind, and just so fun to be around. I'd give it all to be able to live in the same city as him. Like when we were kids, and we were neighbors." You say nostalgically, earning puzzled and perplexed looks from the spouses.

"Sweet and kind? And fun to be around?" John exclaimed amazed. "Your William and our Sherlock must not be the same person, then." He let out a chuckle, followed by Mary.

"He always was a little...peculiar, if that helps. But I'm glad he has found people who love him just as much as I do. He always talks about you two, I've heard the most wonderful things."

"That's very kind of you, y/n." Mary smiled. "And that's very kind of Sherlock." She let out a giggle.

"There it is." Sherlock smiled. He handed you the glass, to which you kindly thanked him with a small kiss on the cheek. You didn't need to turn your head towards him to know how deep the shade of red that had taken over his cheeks was.

"You see that too, right?" John whispered to Mary. "I'm not going crazy, am I?"

"No, he's blushing hard." She whispered back.

The two newlyweds excused themselves to go check on the other guests, leaving the two of you alone.

Not too long after you were standing before an unforgettable moment. You couldn't help but tear up at the sight of the weds, dancing to the sweet familiar sound of Sherlock's violin. You knew that song far too well, he always used to play it for you. He had written it for you.

After the first dance of the bride and groom you quickly dried your teary eyes. But, as soon as you lifted your gaze again, Sherlock was no longer amongst the musicians that had just then started playing all together. You looked around and to your immediate right, there he was, standing next to you, dangerously close.

"Could I have this first dance?" He softly whispered in your ear. His deep, warm voice making your heartbeat accelerate.

"You'll always have the first dance." Your lips brushed against each other before lightly pulling him towards the crowded dance floor.

He was right there, right then. His voice, his gaze, his touch.

"I missed you." You whisper.

"Me too." He lightly tightened the grip of his hand on your waist. The two of you just stayed in the moment for a few seconds before Sherlock spoke again. "When are you going back to the States?"

"In a couple of days." You replied sadly.

"Where are you staying?"

"At a friend's. She offered me her spare room."

"I have a spare room. And I am your friend."

"You know you're much more than that, Sherlock." You confessed as your eyes drowned into each other's. "If I stayed at yours, I would risk never wanting to go back.

"It's fine by me." He smiled, making you chuckle. Your lips spontaneously turned into a smile the moment your head reached his chest.

Every time, he made you forget why going back to where you lived was so important when your home was right there, in your arms. Home sweet home.

would you like a part 2? maybe with a bit of angst?😁 lmk!!

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shrink

summary:

Tony is tired of hearing her daughter talk about her crush, and Peter talk about his. So he sets them up for confrontation and decides to have a little fun with it...

you stepped inside the most spacious classroom of Midtown High, and the familiar scents of chemicals immediately invaded your smell. The chemistry class was soon filled with people taking their seats at their tables and putting on their candid white lab coats and protective goggles. Your usual desk mates were absent on that day due to the intensive sport training they were undergoing; soon they'd have a really important match and the school couldn't risk loosing (again), so they were excused from classes that day.

It was no big deal, but it was an absolute tragedy for you: who will you blather about your crush to? Who will listen as you make up romantic - most definitely unrealistic - scenarios, and encourage your imagination? How can you go a whole day without hearing their encouraging words on how you should just go up to Peter's desk and say-

"Hi, is this seat taken?" The familiar voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widen as the sight of THE Peter Parker.

The boy wasn't popular in the slightest, but you had the chance to admire him in his natural habitat, the chemistry and maths classrooms, (or so you thought) and he was the smartest person in MILES. The rare few times you had the chance - or the excuse - to talk to him, he had been the most caring, generous and kindest person you ever had the chance to meet.

"Of course not." You smiled, making him smile, too. You blushed at the thought of always being the one to make him smile like that. Better yet, at the thought of him making you smile like an absolute fool everyday.

"y/n, right?" Peter asked while fixing his bag next to him and sitting down on the stool.

From there on the chitchat never ended. You both did stay silent: he was rather invested in the experiment, and you were rather invested in watching him focus. Chemistry came pretty naturally to you - just like every other scientifical and technology-related subject - which gave you more time to dream of the moment that had finally come.

You guys discovered that you had so much in common: interests, friendships, hobbies...heroes. You both loved Spiderman, for instance, and you both really looked up to Ironman and Captain America. You both liked Star Wars and Delmar's sandwiches, and you both knew MJ.

After class was over, the two of you agreed to sit next to each other the following time as well: your friends had been telling you to talk to him for ages, they won't mind at all if you actually did and stopped distracting him from their assignments in class. Even though, underneath, you knew they enjoyed it just as much as you did.

The weeks went by and you couldn't help but like him more and more, falling deeper and deeper for the boy. He seemed quite involved, too: every time your hands brushed against each other, or you made him laugh, or even just held eye contact for more than one second, it just made your heartbeat run a marathon. And that wasn't like you at all, but you weren't sure you liked it much. That little voice in your head just kept telling you that it might all just be your imagination going a bit too far; basically just gaslighting yourself.

Six months later you guys had become absolute best friends. You walked back home together after school, worked on projects, had your own inside jokes; you had even met his aunt May!

"Hey y/n?" Peter broke the silence while he was laying on a park bench, his curls on your laps.

"Yeah?"

"Do you- would you ever-" he started stuttering as he usually did when he was going to say something important for him. It always made you giggle, you found it cute.

"C'mon Pete, you can tell me anything, you know that."

"I know" he whispered before sitting back straight up. He took a deep breath before finally saying what he wanted to "Do you- like pillowcases?"

You looked at him, puzzled and surprised by the question. "Do I- like pillowcases?" You let out a laugh, trying to hide the disappointment in what you thought he'd have said. "I guess I do. Do you?"

"Yea. I do, I really do."

"That's- cool, I didn't know that about you" You chuckled, as he let out more of a nervous laugh. "I guess we should get going now". You smiled, gathering your things.

After Peter dropped you off where you "lived", you waited til he was out of sight before getting into the most famous building in the State: your actual home.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE HIM!" You shouted as you angrily climbed the stairs and walked into the kitchen, reaching straight for the fridge and opening it. "I seriously cannot believe that boy!"

"What did he do today sweetheart?" you father asked, not getting his eyes off of the newspaper he was reading.

"He almost asked me out!"

"And the problem with that is..."

"THAT HE ALMOST ASKED ME OUT!"

"Oh, obviously" He mocked you as he folded his newspaper. "Honey, have you ever thought of asking him out yourself?"

"Of course not. I mean, what if he says no?"

"You've never had this problem with any other boy before, and you're having this kind of doubts now that I actually like one of your picks?"

"Yes, because I also actually like this one!"

"Pepper, I don't need the blood test anymore, she's definitely a Stark!"

"I thought we had agreed on that when she fixed the- technology thing you couldn't deal with when she was 5." Your mother shouted from the other room.

"Okay, ouch." Tony replied.

"To be fair, you did deserve that." You chuckled. "Anyways, I'm starting to think it was just all in my head. Maybe that's just how he is with everyone, I'm nothing special. I guess I love for the both of us. I mean, how could I be enough for someone like him? He's the sweetest, kindest, most generous and caring person on this planet. And me? Well, I'm just really smart. And I'm amazing for everyone else, of course, but him? He deserves more than I'll ever be able to give." You concluded looking at the ground as you let your head fall into your arms. You were forced to raise your gaze when you heard a sudden loud noise. Something had fallen and broken, like a plate or a mug.

Looking up you saw the only thing you needed but last thing you wanted to see in that moment.

"You better clean that up kid. Oh and, y/n? Peter's here, by the way. Which is a really good thing because now you can both stop using me as your shrink and actually talk to each other." Tony looked at you with the most amused smirk as he was on his way to leave the room.

Your face had reached the cherry red color of the ceramic bowl that was scattered all around on the floor.

"Are you- did you actually mean all that?" An incredulously open-mouthed Peter asked.

"What are you even doing here?!" You inquired, confused and embarrassed.

"That's not important right now. Did you mean that?"

"Haven't I proven it to you?"

"I- I feel awful about making you doubt how much I love you." He said sincerely, while walking towards you.

"You- love me?"

"More than I thought I could." He leaned in slowly, following your every move until your lips fused into the most beautiful feeling you had ever felt. When the kiss was broken he held you in his arms for a few minutes, you both contemplating how the moment felt as magical as you had imagined it. Peter broke the silence with a sudden realization.

"Wait- you are PEPPER POTTS AND TONY STARK'S DAUGHTER?"

"Yeah..." You laughed nervously.

"Why have you never said anything?"

"I don't really go around advertising it. You know the bad guys and stuff can-" As you were explaining, you accidentally hurt a mug. Luckily, before it could touch the ground it was promptly saved: Peter was holding in his right hand the purple thing.

"you are SPIDERMAN?! MY BOYFRIEND IS SPIDERMAN?"

"Mh, boyfriend." He chuckled before hugging you again. "I like the sound of that."

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little dirt-ball of happiness

summary:

Inspired by @yourallihave 's request!!

i dont know if you’re doing requests but if u do can i please req a peter parker x wilson! avenger! reader (deadpool)? except reader is only similar to their dad bcs of how good they are at killing people but they’re pretty awkward and shy so all the avengers freak out when they find out they’re deadpool’s kid through an interaction on the field? PLEASE have their weapon be a huge scythe 🤍🤍 feel free to experiment with this bcs i have no super clear idea,, thank you!!

“Hey!” You heard a cheery voice call right behind you. You closed your locker trying not to let your books fall to the ground before tuning around.

“Oh, hey” You replied, surprised by the presence of the cute, curly-haired boy in your chemistry class.

“y/n, right?” He asked scratching the back of his neck, his eyes fixated on the ground.

“yes.” You muttered as your cheeks heated up. You've had a crush on that boy since the beginning of the school year; he was your “permanent crush”, that one person that you’ll always like and that your mind always goes back to, even though you’ve rarely even spoken to the boy. “What can I do for you Peter?”

“Oh you know my name. That’s- that’s good. That is reaaally good.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. “Can I- do you- how- how are you?” He stumbled over his words a few times. If you weren’t blinded by the fact that Peter Parked was talking to you, you’d think the scene was almost painful to watch. “I heard you had the flu last week so you weren’t in class, but since you’re here now I assume you feel better, don't you? Do you- are you better?”

“I’m better, yes, I guess. Thanks for asking.” You chuckle. You felt confused and amused by the situation.

“I just-“ He paused before taking a deep breath. “So, when you were not here we were assigned projects in couples in chemistry class. It’s due in a few weeks, I figured we should start working on it, since you’re better and the flu is go-”

“Wo-wo-wo wait. So…we’re partners?” You asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic (which you were) and also trying to keep your eyes from lighting up.

“Yeah, wait- haven’t I mentioned that?” He blushed from embarrassment for not having said the one thing he came here to tell you.

“No, but I figured.” You chuckled.

“So, should we start working on it like, maybe…after school?” His voice went lower in volume by the end of the question.

“Yeah, absolutely. Sure.” You replied, a little too soon.

“Great!” The biggest smile appeared on his face at your answer. “How about tomorrow? At mine?”

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow.” You waved as you turned around, starting to walk towards your class. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to hold your smile in for much longer, so you let it blossom the moment you turned your back on the boy.

Little did you know, so did he.

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“Morning old scumbag” You greeted your father, sipping your morning tea.

“Good morning to you, too, my little bundle of joy” Wade replied with a big smile painted on his face.

“I won’t be home for lunch today.” You informed. “I’ve got to work on a group project, we wanna get it over with as soon as possible.” “Alright. What kind of project is it? Maybe I can he-“ “Chemistry. Science. Maths. Whatever stuff you suck at.”

“Well, good thing it’s a group project then, because we both know you got that from me.” He sweet tone trying to take the focus off the passive-aggressive insult. It was your relationship. You loved each other very much, and that was just your weird, twisted way of showing it. If you’d ever be seen in public together you’d both probably get taken, or at least questioned, by authorities. And the sole thought of that made the two of you laugh every time.

Truth is, your father rarely left home as a civilian, he always did in his “superhero” costume. And you never were allowed to go out and fight, so you only ever left as y/n Wilson.

“C’mon, it’s late. I’m driving you.” Wade declared in a decisive tone as he grabbed the car keys and walked to the door.

“What- I can get the bus dad, thanks.”

“Why? What do you have to hide? Or even better, WHO?”

“Nobody! I just-“

“You have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t!”

He gasped. “You have a girlfriend!”

“I’m not dating anyone!”

“You sound rather defensive for a teenager who doesn’t have a-”

“OKAY BYE DAD, I’ll see you later.” You said, quickly getting your coat and walking towards the door.

“You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?” His face fell a little to the (wrong) realization, which made your heart fall a little, too.

“That’s absolutely not it! I just- none of the other kids is driven to school, and I-“ 

“No, it’s fine, I understand. Who would want to be seen with a monster like me? You better go or you’ll miss the bus.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Fine. You can drive me.”

“YES!” He clapped his hands, opening the door. “Works like a charm every single time!”

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“There we are. Have a nice day and break up with whomever you’re dating because you’re under the age of 70, which is the right age to start dating.” He said in one breath with a mocking smile plastered on his face. He kissed your forehead before you opened the door.

“I’ll see you later.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your father. You started walking towards the school entrance.

“Hey y/n!” You heard Peter’s voice call.

“Hey, Pete!”

“So, are we still on for today?”

“Yeah, totally.” You smiled warmly, the same warmth that spread from you stomach to your face every time he talked to you. Your conversation was interrupted by your ringtone, so you quickly excused yourself to walk away and answer.

“What now, dad?" “Who is that?!”

“That who?” “The boy you’re talking to! I said no boyfriend, and you reassured me that-“

“Is that why you insisted on driving me this time?” You whisper-yelled on the phone, making sure Peter couldn’t hear this embarrassing conversation (little did you know, his spidey senses made it so that his hearing was way above average).

“Of course! Why would I do that then?”

“I don’t know, because New York is dangerous?”

“Oh no, I don’t worry about that. Isn’t your school Spider-guy’s territory? I like that guy, he has a nice costume.”

“Are you saying I cannot take care of myself?”

“Oh please, you could save the Avengers and their mothers from an alien-zombie apocalypse, and you know it damn well!”

“Ow, don’t make me blush now.” You giggled.

“Break up with him.”

“I can’t, because we are not together!” You said one last time before hanging up.

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“So, you’re saying that you’ve never seen Star Wars?!” Peter widened his eyes, making you giggle at his reaction.

“Never.”

“Get out.” He shoved you jokingly, trying to stay serious, but failing.

“Hey! You’ve never been to the Avengers Museum!”

“Those things are on two separate levels of importance, and Star Wars comes first. Star Wars always comes first!”

You giggled.

“This ice cream is good, isn’t it?” You asked, racing against the blinding sun to avoid wasting your food. “Thanks again, by the way. It was really nice of you to offer.” Saying this took all your strength

“It’s my pleasure. Glad you enjoy it.” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, which made you smile softly.

As you were talking, Peter stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hey, Pere, is everything okay?” You asked, worried.

“Yeah, it’s just…I thought I’d seen something.” He dismisses, still looking rather confused and cautious.

“Are you sure? If it’s a bad moment we can reschedule for anoth-“

“RUN!” Peter interrupted you.

The two of you started running, as fast and far as possible. Peter was rather impressed by the resistance and constancy of your running: you looked like you could easily keep up with him, and he was a superhero. This made him feel relieved, though, because it meant that you were going to be fine and safe. Although, he knew you’d be safe because he had made a promise to himself to keep you safe (and happy) the day he had seen you smile for the first time. He couldn’t bear a day without seeing that spark in his eyes, which had soon grown to be the light to his own eyes.

Pete found it funny how he would always realize his feelings or have his deepest thoughts right these moments, when he knew there was nothing he could do about it, nothing but fight; fight to see the light another day, so that he could make it right. And with you, he wanted nothing more.

To be exact, he realized all this the second he saw you laying on the floor, hopeless and scared. Your foot had gotten caught in the menace that was about to frighten the whole city: creatures started arising from the ground. The closest definition for these alien monsters — or what the Avengers later on simplified the species as — was just “zombies”. 

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Peter screamed, running back to you the second he realized he wasn’t holding your hand anymore.

“Not really” You joked.

“Oh my- it’s A HAND, your ankle got caught IN A HAND! God, I swear we’ll fix this, You’ll be free in no time, just-“ Peter started to panic as he tried to use his strength to set you free, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“Pete, why don’t you go find someone who could help, you’re pretty fast.”

“I won’t leav-“

“PETER THE REST OF HIS ARM JUST STUCK OUT OF THE GROUND” You shouted. “Please, find someone!” You begged him.

He looked deep in your eyes, then he nodded with determination and sprinted away.

“Oh sweetie, those nails…” You looked at the hand that was gripping your leg. “Let me fix that for you.” You commented as your hand reached the little pen in your pocket. The second you pressed the little button underneath it, it immediately revealed your loyal and beloved scythe. Before you knew it you were free from the strong grip, and an alien arm was laying on the floor.

You started running in the direction Peter had gone in. He had started running just a minute ago: he was fast but he couldn’t be too far.

Little did you know, Spiderman arrived as you left. He worried not seeing you there, but his curiosity won over his worry when he saw the arm detached from the rest of the body in the same spot you were trapped soon before. He knew you were free from that danger, but he didn’t know how many more traps were lying around.

“Hey Cap, there’s one of those alien zombie things here, but this one has a sense of fashion; in fact, this one’s wearing spandex.”

“Mr Stark!”

“C’mon Spidey, the big guys are waiting for us.”

As you were running you saw Iron-Man himself fly just above your head, closely followed by a web-shooting Spiderman! They were so fast, but you knew you could reach them. You could have been a hero after all.

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“I wouldn’t…mind…a hand over h-here” Spider-man said between breaths as he fought for his life, and for the life of his city.

“Yeah, I gotta agree with the kid on this one.” Sam replied through the earpiece everyone was wearing as he jolted in the air, trying to fight off as many bad guys as possible.

“I wouldn’t mind a vacation.” Nat said as her feet landed on the ground after kicking people in the air for over thirty minutes.

“And I guess he wouldn’t mind an ambulance.” Clint chuckled to himself as another one of his arrows landed perfectly in a bad guy’s leg.

Iron Man’s hands were shooting lasers all around while the turbo from his feet was able to keep him detached from the ground. “Hey Cap, how many asses are you beating per minute? Because I think I’m winning this one.” Tony’s metallic voice joked.

“Oh, shut up and fight.” A heavily-breathing Captain America scolded him, dismissing the matter as he kept on throwing his shimmering shield at whomever dared to cross him.

“There- are- too many” Peter said in between pantings. 

“Hold on kid” Tony replied, also having a hard time, just like everyone else on the team.

Breathing heavily, you finally reached the flying heroes you had seen passing over your head a few minutes before.

“That’s amazing, they really look like they could use some help!” You squealed. “I probably shouldn’t sound so happy about it…”

You clicked your pen again and the scythe revealed itself again. “Here goes nothing” You mumbled before running towards the heroes. You started reaping the enemies like wheat. You freed the closest hero to you, Nat, then together you worked your way towards the others.

You were agile although you were never allowed to use your weapon. Whenever you’d open your pen, you father would get a notice and you knew he’d get to you in no time. Unless the car had no gas, in which case he’d take a bit longer.

“And who would that be?” Cap asked, astonished. “Tony, you have to stop recruiting 14 year-olds.”

 “Hey! This one’s not mine! Kid, do you know her?”

“First of all, I’m almost 16! And secondly, just because we might remotely look the same age doesn’t mean we know each oth- HEY, BUT THAT’S Y/N!”

“Really? That is the sweet, shy, innocent y/n you never stop blabbering about in the lab?” 

“Yes!” 

“The same y/n that you are so afraid doesn’t and never will like you back ever and ever and ever until the end of times?” A mocking Tony asked with a smirk.

“So you do listen when I speak!”

“No son, we cannot hide when you blubber. There’s a really big difference.”

As you freed the heroes, you talked to yourself. “I cannot believe I am saving Tony Stark from the zombies!”

“Alright, but don’t make this a habit” Tony replied as you helped him.

“Hey, you don’t make it a habit!”

“I like this one.” Cap giggled.

“Have you seen a boy that’s roughly my age around here? He has with brown hair and hazel eyes, his name is Peter Parker and I can’t find him anywhere!” You asked between a hit and a kick.

“Mh, the name does ring a bell…” Tony smirked underneath his suit.

“I have!” Peter exclaimed.

“REALLY?! Where? Is he okay?”

“Yea, he- he’s great. You must be y/n, he was worried about you.”

“He asked about me?” That made your heart melt. Your sweet tone contrasted your determined and powerful hits.

“Seems like there might be some chemistry between you and this boy… What’s the deal?” Nat exclaimed, wiping her hands from the dirt that the arising zombies had polluted the breathing air with. Everyone exhaled: apparently the city was out of danger, as one could deduce from the thousands of motionless, disgusting zombie-like frames laying all over the streets.

A voice interrupted you right when you were about to speak. “The deal is that whomever this boy may be, he has to stay at least six foot away from you.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, running towards him. 

"Another man of spiders?" Thor asked, confused.

“Hi little dirt-ball of happiness” He hugged you. “Wait, what’s on your face? Is that a scratch?! Are you hurt? Alright, you lot are supposed to keep our people safe, but instead you hurt my daughter, how could you! Why am I even paying taxes if you all don’t even do your job appropriately?” He shouted without taking his eves off of your slightly scratched forehead.

“Dad, I’m okay.” You giggled.

“Yeah, and that’s not exactly how that works.” Clint stepped in.

“What do you-“ Wade looked in the direction of the voice and abruptly stopped talking. His eyes widened and he looked at you, then at the Avengers, going back and forth a few times. “Holy sh- are you guys the real deal? Are those the real Avengers? My daughter saved the Avengers?!”

“Yep. What’s up with spandex?” Tony mocked.

“Hey! This is not spandex, it’s actually a tailor-made imported Italian material!”

“We really need to thank you for your help y/n.” Cap’s voice emerged from the back of the group of superheroes. He smiled as he looked down to you, his hand proudly gripping on your shoulder.

“I- It’s my pleasure. I mean, not you lot getting attacked by zombies, that’s not a pleasure at all, but me saving you, that was a pleasure. Not that you needing to be saved it’s a pleasure, I- I should stop talking.” You blushed, embarrassed.

“Now it’s more like it” Tony’s visor revealed his face, and he smirked at Spiderman. “We’ve gotta go now, but thank you, kid.” Tony smiled at you.

“WAIT” Wade shouted, catching everyone’s attention. “I am dying to see your compound, please PLEASE, can I?”

After begging the heroes for a full 5 minutes, they agreed to let your father visit. You decided you’d rather go home and get some well deserved rest.

“Hey underoos, will you be a gentleman and make sure our savior y/n gets home safely?” One by one the Avengers thanked you and left. Everyone but Spiderman. 

“Do you mind?” Spiderman asked shyly. “I mean, it’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me- FOR US, today.”

“Not at all.” You giggled. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” You asked after gently refusing the option of being swung home. 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Did Peter really ask about me?”

“Oh yea, he seemed really worried, too. He said he came back for you but you weren’t there anymore.” “Are you sure he’s fine now?”

“Oh yea! Definitely. He seemed like a smart guy, I’m sure he’s okay.”

“I just wanna stop by his house real quick to see if-“ “NO! I mean- I’m sure he’s- he’s fine. Maybe he is in shock and needs to rest. You seem to really care.”

“I do. I do more than I care to admit, actually. But I don’t wanna bore the amazing marvelous Spiderman with my love life.”

“LOVE? ARE YOU- ahem, are you in love with this Peter guy?”

“Oh well” you blushed, realizing you said one too many words. “I- I might be…alright, fine, I am. But he doesn’t like me back I’m pretty sure, so there’s no point in even telling him.”

“OH, I BEG TO DIFFER” Spiderman laughed nervously. “Y/n, he likes you back. Trust me. I didn’t wanna tell you but we’re actually good friends and he talks about you all the times. How your smile lights up the room the second you walk in; how even in the darkest days you manage to make him feel loved and cared for; how you’ve never seen Star Wars, but are willing to fix your faults.” 

You giggled and blushed at the same time.

“Trust me” He smiled from underneath his mask as he took your hands in his. “He does.”

“I am so sorry Spidey, but I have to go.” You smiled and thankfully squeezed his hands before running away. You quickly turned around to thank the red and blue superhero again but, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then kept running in the direction of Peter’s house.

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a passing comment but the way u write your angst is great 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

thank youuu! You're so sweet, these comments always make my day🥺👉🏻👈🏻

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i dont know if you’re doing requests but if u do can i please req a peter parker x wilson! avenger! reader (deadpool)? except reader is only similar to their dad bcs of how good they are at killing people but they’re pretty awkward and shy so all the avengers freak out when they find out they’re deadpool’s kid through an interaction on the field? PLEASE have their weapon be a huge scythe 🤍🤍 feel free to experiment with this bcs i have no super clear idea,, thank you!!

OMG ABSOLUTELY YES this sounds like so much fun😁 I'll do my best!

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have i told u how much bulletproof hurts me bcs it hurts me

actually, same. writing it hurt me quite bad; but idk, I love it so much😭

and thank you for reading it 👉🏻👈🏻

[fool-who-dreams]

shooting star

summary:

After Peter got blipped away you started talking to the stars everyday, hoping he'd hear you. Until one day...

Warnings: Infinity War and Endgame spoilers. This is quite sad, but not entirely. Mentions of death.

Everything around you had started vanishing little by little: rocks, trees...people. It felt like a Russian roulette, the tension was eating you alive. All of your anxiety faded, replaced by grieve, panic, anger, desolation and disappointment, the moment you heard Peter's shaky voice.

"Mr Stark, I don't feel so good." Was the first thing you managed to hear as your internal conflict started to tear your heart apart.

One side of you wanted to deny that it was happening. You couldn't be losing Peter, the person you secretly were so sure you'd end up with but you were too scared to admit.

On the other hand, though, you couldn't risk to lose him without telling him what had been going on in your head for the past year. You couldn't let him go if he didn't know how his smile made you go dizzy; how his touch made your heart pound against your chest; how you were sorry that you had failed him.

"I don't wanna go." He said before falling onto your shoulder as you held him tightly, not willing to let go for the world.

Tears started blurring your vision but you quickly blinked them away, not wanting to miss a single glance of the boy that could've been your last.

"Pete, it's okay." You cried, trying to keep steady your shaky voice. You had to be strong for him, or at least pretend to be, just for a couple more seconds. It was all going so fast. Too fast.

His body was turning into dust and you knew you couldn't hold onto him for much longer before your knees would give you up and collapse onto the ground.

"I can't go. I never got to tell you that I'm in love with you, I don't wanna-" 

Your eyes started dripping uncontrollably as you started calling his name, aware that it would be useless. Within seconds you had collapsed onto the ground, feeling as if nothing would make sense anymore now that you had lost not only the battle that could've saved billions of people, but the love of your life with it.

He was gone. Forever. And so was half of the global population. Worst part is, he never got to hear the words you should have said a long time ago. But your heart ached the most at the thought of how all of this could've been avoided: if you had done more he would still be here, families would still be united, Thanos wouldn't be a threat for any other planet in the universe. 

You soon found yourself in Tony's cold suited arms, both crying and sobbing until sounds started to fade and everything became blurry. You thought that maybe your time had arrived, too. And maybe it's crazy, but you couldn't wish for anything else but for you to be next to Peter again. And if, in order to do that you had to be snapped away from the planet, you were ready for it.

Much to your dismise, you had just passed out due to your wounds, blood loss, dehydration, massive physical efforts, brain shock due to trauma.

— one month later —

"Hey kid, what's up?" Tony asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Same as always." You confessed, poking your food with a fork and swinging it around in your plate.

He took a seat across from you as he set his beer in front of him. "You have to eat. At least you've gotta try. It's been a month and this isn't healthy. Can you do that for me? For him? Please." He begged softly.

You slowly nodded as teardrops started marking your cheeks.

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"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You announced as you laid on your back on the grass. Every night you sneaked out Tony's house to sit down on the grass and relax. Every night your speech started and ended with the same words.

Since the whole thing happened, you had decided to come down here at night so that you could talk with Peter. He always was your star, now more than ever and you needed to tell him now because you never brought yourself to tell him when it actually mattered. 

"I hope you're doing good. No, I hope you're doing amazing because I'm doing awful. So, you know, we kinda need to balance it." You joked, trying to lighten your own mood. "At least I properly ate something today for the first time in a while."

"I miss you, Peter. I really do. And I kinda hate myself for that. I know that if you were here you'd tell me it's not my fault, you'd probably thank me for even just trying but we both know it is my fault and you're just too kind to admit it. God, I miss you like crazy." You tried to hold back your sobs.

"I'm so sorry that I failed you, I know you counted on me. I'm so sorry that I let that monster just blip my powers away, together with you. You don't even imagine how hard it is to eat, sleep, leave the room without feeling guilty for everything. I know I'm probably not going to sleep tonight as always, but you're probably busy playing chess with Strange or something."

You sighed, trying to smile weakly. "I should've just told you this a long time ago, but I love you." 

And in that moment a shooting star crossed the sky making you smile through the tears that had started drowning your sight not even a ten words into your speech. Right after you pronounced the last words of your monologue, 'I love you', every night a shooting star would run across the sky right over your head, making you smile nostalgically and think that this might not've been a monologue after all. 

You wanted to be okay. You wanted him to be okay. You needed Peter to be back, to be with you. You wished to open your eyes and being told that it was all a dream by the love of your life laying next to you.

Yet, deep down you knew it could never happen and it felt as if it was all your fault.

— one year later —

"Y/n" Pepper shook you gently. "Y/n, it's time for school." 

You opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light coming through the curtains. It was the first day of your new school and you didn't want to be late. You reluctantly got up and got changed.

You had asked Tony to move you to a new and closer school. You didn't feel comfortable with going back to Midtown when you knew that the only good thing that school offered wouldn't have been there. He wasn't going to be there.

You rushed downstairs, ate breakfast and said goodbye to everyone before leaving.

"You alright?" Someone asked as you zoned back into reality. Looking around you noticed you were in the chemistry lab and you couldn't even recall how you got there. It was hard to focus when chemistry was the last thing on your mind.

"Yeah." You mumbled as your eyes met a blonde boy's.

"I'm Josh. You're new here?"

"y/n" you introduced yourself. "And yeah, I'm from Queens. I've moved recently." You offer him a polite smile before

"Well, welcome then. You don't know many people I take it. I mean, you're new and all. You want to sit with us at lunch?"

"That's really kind, I'd like that." You reply, feeling hopeful that not all the good people were blipped away.

Lunch went by pretty greatly to be honest. You got to know Josh a little, as well as his friends: Mia, Logan, Harry and Sally.

Once you headed back home, Tony was ready to greet you with some homemade snacks.

"Hey kid! How was school?"

"It was alright, I even made some friends." You smiled softly. 

"Friends?" He looked at you, surprised by the statement. "That's nice."

"Yeah" You breathed out. "Yeah, it is."

"I'm proud of you." He affirmed, kissing the top of your head before walking towards his lab. "Now go do your homework."

"Yes, boss." You mocked, laughing lightly.

Buzz! Buzz!

Group Chat

Cool Kids 🕶

Josh - Wanna hang out tonight?

Harry - Yeaahh

Sally - Obv. We can catch a movie?

Mia - I'll let u know by tonight :)

Logan - Movie sounds great!

You were about to text them back, saying that you'd be happy to join when a reminder popped up on your screen.

'Blip.' - Today, all day -

It had been a year already?

You pushed up the notification before deleting the text and writing a new one.

You - Sorry guys, can't today.

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"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You said as you sat down at your usual spot.

"Today has been quite hard. I know I said I was getting better but I think today brought me back a bit. It's been my first day back to school. No, not Midtown, a new one. Anyways, I've made some new friends and they asked me to hang out tonight but I told them I couldn't. I mean, I have other plans." You look up.

"I know you would never want me to cancel my plans to mourn you but here I am. I mean, everything is going so fast. It seems like yesterday that I waited at your locker while talking to MJ and Ned about everything and anything." You sighed, taking a deep breath in.

"You know, it's been a year and I still can't even think of moving on. It sucks." You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from crying and decided to change the topic. 

"Today I found a four leaf clover, you know? While I wad going to school. That made me smile. I guess those things work because you know I've never been the type to make friends so easily."

"It's kinda late now, I've got school tomorrow. Goodnight Pete. Say hi to Ned and MJ too, tell them I miss them like crazy. I love you."

Punctual as always, the comet shot through the sky.

— three years later —

"Hey, y/n! Wait!" You heard Josh call from beside you as you were about to leave the school. 

"Oh, hey Josh." You smiled. "Can I do something for you?"

"Yeah, actually." He asked confidently. "You see, I kinda like you and I wanted to ask you out. Maybe tonight?"

You were taken aback by the words of you best friend of three years. You didn't know how to feel about this, a piece of your heart would only belong to Peter but maybe it was time to move on.

You accepted, smiling widely to mask your doubts and headed back home.

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"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You smiled, sitting on the grass. "Sorry, I know it's late, I just got home from...alright, I went on a date. It's weird to be talking about this with you of all people but do you remember Josh? Well, he asked me out at school today and we met up tonight. He was really sweet and kind and- we almost kissed. Don't worry, Tony has your back, he ruined the moment." You giggled.

"Truth is, I know you'd want me to move on but I don't know how to feel about him. It's been three years. Three years. Maybe it's time for me to...you know. Even though I don't want to, it's probably not too healthy to keep pushing everyone away." You sighed.

"Anyways, it's pretty late. I'm meeting Josh again in a couple of days, I'll try to figure it out as we go I guess." You concluded, getting up on your feet.

"Goodnight Pete." You looked at the sky for a couple more seconds, waiting for the comet that didn't seem like it would come.

"Hey! No goodnight tonight? What are you, jealous?" You chuckled lightly. "You know I'll always love you, right?" 

In that moment the comet shot across the sky as every other night. You frowned at the sight but quickly shook your head at the though that the shooting star could really be Peter's deed.

"Miss you too."

"C'mon babygirl, how about we put your toys back in place and we go to bed?" You suggested, but it was really more of a demand. 

"But I'm not tired!" Morgan whined playfully. "How about we play some more?" She asked, giving you the puppy eyes that always got her anything she wanted from Tony.

"You'll be the death of me." You laugh playfully before agreeing on five more minutes of playing.

"I want to say goodnight to dad." Morgan smiled, fiddling with the toy in her hand.

"Alright but let's make it quick, you shouldn't even be up by now." You chuckled, leading the girl to the door. Once you head down the stairs, Morgan sits on the last step to observe her father. You stand up next to her, still holding her hand.

You gently nudged her to go on and say goodnight to him so that you could put her to bed and get some sleep yourself.

"Shit!" Tony mumbled suddenly.

"Shi-" Morgan tried to repeat but was cut off by your hand on her mouth. You gave Tony an apologetic look as you shot the girl a serious glare.

The man turned around, locking eyes with the girl before softly smiling at you.

"What are you doing up, little mess?" Tony asked his daughter. You took your hand off Morgan's lips so that she could reply.

"Shit." She giggled again, making you pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and index finger, shaking your head lightly.

"No, we don't say that. Only Mommy says that word. She coined it, it belongs to her." Tony explained in all seriousness, making you chuckle at his words.

"Why you up?" Morgan asks.

"'Cause I got some important shit going on here."

"Tony!" You hissed, shooting a disbelieving glare at the irreverence of the man.

"No, I got something on my mind." He shot his hands up in defeat as he looked at you, then back at the girl. "I got something on my mind."

"Was it Juice Pops?" Morgan asked.

"Sure was. That's extortion. Great minds think alike. Juice Pops, exactly was on my mind." He commented, looking back for a brief moment at the hologram that was behind him.

The man got up, taking the girl in his arms and lifting her up to take her to the kitchen. You looked at the scene as your heart filled with joy and pain at the same time. Even though you had lost everything and everyone in the blip: your parents, your friends, the boy you loved.

The only thing you could be grateful for was your newfound family: the Starks. Tony and Pepper had taken you with them ever since the blip happened. You had been with Morgan ever since she was born, you were like siblings and the adults were like parents.

No one could ever replace your actual family but the Starks were the closest thing to that. You were happy you had a new family and a new group of friends, even though no one could possibly replace the original ones.

The only person you weren't quite able to move on from was him. Mainly, because you didn't want to.

"Tell me a story." Morgan demanded after she had finished her juice pop and was laying comfortably in her bed. Tony was kneeling beside her bed, their heads at the same height while you were standing up straight, a few feet back.

"A story." The man pretended to think. "Once upon a time Morgan went to bed. The end." He spoke quickly, making you chuckle.

"That's a horrible story." Morgan stated, joining you in the giggle.

"Come on, that's your favorite story!" He joked. "I love you tons." He said before getting up and kissing the girl on the forehead.

"I love you 3000." Morgan replied as a smile painted on all three of your faces. You felt your heart melt at the innocence of the girl and you could only imagine the kind of joy that ran through the man's veins.

"Wow." He whispers, turning off the lamp.. "3000. That's crazy." He adds softly before opening the door and stepping outside of it. "Go to bed. Or I'll sell all your toys. Night, night." He joked in spite of his straight face. You chuckled, watching Tony as he left.

You gave the girl a kiss on the forehead too after having moved some chunk of hair. 

"Goodnight babygirl."

"Wait." She called. "Dad hasn't told me a story. Can you?" She asked.

"Of course." You smiled, taking a seat on the girl's favorite chair which was definitely too small for you. "Which one do you want?"

"I wanna hear about Spiderman!" She clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Spiderman? How do you know about him?" You asked surprised. You would be lying if you said that you didn't feel your heart sinking at the only mention of that name. 

"Dad always tells me stories about him." The girl smiled. "He says it keeps him alive."

At those words your heart sunk even deeper, making your eyes start to water at the memory of his last words to you, right before he left. That day was the anniversary of the blip, it was five years since you last had seen Peter. Or everyone else in your life. Or in the world.

"Is it true that you have powers?" She asked.

"Yes, Spiderman and I were good friends." You confess, trying to fight back the tears.

"Can you tell me about that?"

"Of course babygirl." You nod weakly. You knew that talking about him would've broke you but Tony was right. "It keeps him alive."

The moment the girl had drifted to sleep, you looked at her for a few seconds, smiling. You then left the room, allowing yourself to run to the roof before giving in to your breakdown.

"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother. I miss you. So much. And I hate that. You know why? Because you're the best thing that had ever happened to me and now-now you're the worst. In a sense. God, I hate this." You mumbled before wiping your tears and taking a deep breath.

"Five years. That's a long time. Is it weird that it still hurts so much? I literally dumped Josh for you and you're not even here anymore. I feel awful." You stopped, taking in a deep breath to prevent your voice from cracking and your tears from falling anymore.

"You know, I wish you met Morgan. She's just like Tony, you'd love her. Plus, she's a fan of Spiderman." You smiled at the image of your Peter playing with your Morgan. 

"You know, today someone came to visit. Yeah, Cap, Nat and a few others. They wanted to talk to Tony God knows what about, but it must've been important. I mean, it's Captain America reaching out to Tony Stark we're talking about." You chuckled through the tears before letting melancholy take over again. "I'm sure they miss you, too. But I miss you more."

Your eyes were glued to the sky as the tears blurred out the already unclear image of the moon. "Goodnight Pete. I love you." You took a shaky breath before spotting the comet that shot across the sky every night.

"Wow kid, that was deep." A voice called from behind you. You quickly turn around a little embarrassed and wipe off a few tears with the back of your hand.

"How much did you hear?" You ask, sitting up straight.

"Enough." Tony replied, taking a seat next to you. For five years he had been blaming himself for it all. He should've never put Peter such danger. He was just a kid, and now...he's gone.

But how often do you get the chance to make up for your mistakes? Well, this was his.

"You were really close, huh?" He asks as he pats his shoulder for you to lean your head on.

"Yeah, he- he kinda told me he had feelings for me before..." You couldn't bring yourself to finish the sentence without breaking down in tears again, so you voted against it.

"He did?" Tony asked surprised by the revelation. "God, it only took him a purple space monster who canceled half of the global population to ask you out." He commented sarcastically, making you chuckle lightly.

"You know I love you as if you were my own daughter, right?" He asked, causing you to nod softly. "I love you tons."

"I love you too. 3000." You replied mocking Morgan's words as a soft chuckle left the man's lips.

A comfortable silence fell on the two of you as you admired the horizon. The darkness of the night held you as a comfort blanket, and you felt safe as the man's arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You loved the night, for it was the only moment you could feel Peter speaking back to you.

"I think-" He cleared his throat. "I think we can bring him back. We can bring them all back."

— one month later —

 You were sleeping in your bed at the Avengers facility in Peter's arms as a knock on the door woke you up. 

"Yeah?" You mumbled while sitting up, still pretty much asleep. Peter opened his eyes and replicated your motion, focusing his gaze on the half-opened door.

"I can't sleep." Morgan admitted while fidgeting with her hands. "And mom comes back tomorrow from her work trip."

"Do you want to sleep with here?" You asked, already knowing the answer. The girl nodded, mumbling a "yes please".

You pecked Peter on the cheek before getting up to pick the girl in your arms. "Alright, you sleep here with Peter." You kissed her on the cheek too before setting her down on the bed.

"No, you can stay." Peter offered.

"Why can't you both stay?" She asked.

"The bed is small, it'll be uncomfortable." You explain with a tired smile.

"Please, stay." She asked, giving you both the puppy eyes. You look over at Peter who nods, meaning that he was okay with it.

"Alright babygirl, we'll stay." You smile genuinely before crawling back in bed next to the mosh important people in your life.

'This is perfect.' You thought.

"Can you tell me a story?" She asked shyly.

"Sure," Peter spoke while wrapping his arm around the both of you. "Which one do you want to hear?"

"Mom always tells me about Ironman." She confessed. "She says it keeps him alive." Your hear broke at the girl's words, both for their meaning and the memories tied to them.

"Alright then, Ironman it is." Peter smiled sadly, starting to tell the story of one of the superhero's adventures. Morgan put her head on the boy's chest as she leaned into every word he said.

After the story was over, though, your eyes refused to close. You missed him. Tons.

Stories about him would help Morgan and Pepper keep him alive, so you decided to feel him there your own way.

You got up quietly, trying not to wake up either one of the two, and you tiptoed all the way to the roof. You sat down and looked at the stars, allowing your tears to finally flow freely.

"Hi, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You begun.

"You should really change your opening line, I don't feel special if you use the same one for everyone." Peter's voice made you turn around quickly. "Plus, you never bothered me in five years, I don't think he'll mind." He continued while walking and then sitting next to you.

"You- you heard me?" 

"Of course I did. Every night." He smiled while locking gazes with you.

"So the shooting star-" You furrowed your brows. "Was that you?"

"Oh yeah, remind me to thank Strange for that." He chuckled lightly before stretching his arm across your shoulders, holding you tight and closer to him. A comfortable silence fell on the two of you.

"Do you want me to go while you two catch up?" Peter asked while drawing small circles on the exposed skin of your arms.

"I'd like you to stay. Besides, I bet you have a lot to tell him, too." You smiled. Peter knew how much this moment of the day meant to you, and he couldn't help but feel happy and loved when you revealed that you would like him to be part of it.

As the two of you spoke, the night seemed frozen in place. You took a trip down to memory lane amongst the many stories and hopes. A soft breeze lifted up each time you shed a tear or a laugh, making Peter hold you closer to prevent you from the cold.

It was about 4 am when you and Peter started feeling tired. 

"Goodnight Mr. Stark and thank you for everything." Peter said standing up, yet not diverting his gaze from the stars.

As those words left the boy's mouth, the sky lighted up for a moment as the moon suddenly released a sort of aura around it that took over the whole sky.

You felt a warm tear running down your cold cheek, making you smile lightly as you leaned into Peter's arms.

"We miss you too, Tony."

[fool-who-dreams]

can the universe make a mistake?

Part 3: Finale!

Spiderboy and Mirage have a little talk concerning soulmates...can the universe make a mistake?

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After your discussion with Peter, you couldn't bring yourself to go at MJ's, so you called off your plans hoping she'd understand.

Instead you got home and held everything in before you reached your room, where you allowed yourself to silently cry your eyes out.

You cursed under your breath when you opened your eyes and noticed that you had fallen asleep, and Spider-Boy was probably waiting for you already. You really didn't feel like going, but you had to.

"Hey, where have you been?"

"Sorry Spider-Boy. I'm here now." You sat next to him as every other night, waiting for a sudden emergency to interrupt your conversation.

"For the last time. It's Spider-Man!" 

"Whatever you say." You chuckled a little, for a second the thought of Peter leaving your mind. As his name crossed your mind again, so did the whole lot of concerns and guilt that he came with.

"What do you think about soulmates?" He suddenly asked, zoning you back and out of your thoughts.

"What?" You reply, taken aback by the random question.

Maybe he knew. Maybe this was the moment everyone talked about where the unbreakable connection between you and your soulmate would take place, leading the both of you into a whole new chapter of your life. Is it normal how it doesn't feel...right?

"Do you already have yours?" He asked, his tone seemed a little melancholic. Defeated, almost.

"I do." You smiled, mentally preparing to freeze this moment in your mind forever. "Do you?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure she hates me, though." He confessed sadly.

Wait, what? You didn't hate him. You didn't hate him at all! What could you possibly have ever done to make him feel that way?

"I-I'm sure she doesn't." You reassured him, softly caressing his back to let him know that you were there for him (and that you didn't, in fact, hate him). "Why would you say that?"

"I know we shouldn't talk about out private lives and stuff but her and I- we argued big time a while ago. Long story short, we're not on speaking terms anymore and it's awful because I kind of have a gut feeling that she prefers it this way." He explained, holding back a sob while his head fell on your shoulder.

You tried to comfort him the best you could by caressing every inch on his suited back and arms, but you couldn't wrap your head around his words.

He is your soulmate. 

You're not his soulmate.

"Can the universe make mistakes?" He asked, sighing for the nth time.

"I believe it can." You answered before immersing yourself in your thoughts again, feeling as if you just wanted to drawn in them. "It must be it."

"What about you?"

"Huh?" You shook your head, turning your attention back to the superhero.

"How are things with your soulmate? What's it like to actually have someone who fits perfectly?"

"I don't know, he doesn't seem to be too thrilled about being my soulmate."

"Crap, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He said out of guilt for having brought up the topic. Maybe out of pity, too.

"It's alright. Maybe mistakes from the universe are more common than we think."

"If we're still fighting our way into our soulmate's hearts by the time we're 40, we'll be each other's soulmate. How about that?" He chuckled, making you giggle sadly.

You were just going to wait for the time you were 40 to get with your soulmate. At least you now had a general picture of what your life was going to be like (not that you liked it).

"And you think that we'll still be fighting like this by the time we're 40?" You joked. "Besides, it's impossibile. Not with you, at least. Is she smart? Your soulmate, I mean."

"Oh, the most intelligent person I have ever met."

"Then she will come around. If she really is as clever as you claim, this girl would never have hurt some one like you in the first place."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes. I mean someone so smart and kind, so selfless, funny, caring, and I could go on for days. You should really try to move on. You don't deserve to suffer just because of a mistake that the universe made." You told him, knowing far too well that the same applied to you.

After those words left your mouth, you started hoping that you hadn't done such thing as falling already without acknowledging it. Especially because now that you had discovered the universe's mistake you wouldn't be able to recover from another heartbreak anytime soon. But mainly because you hoped that Peter's was a mistake, too and that his soulmate wasn't Liz, but yourself.

"You know, I bet you're really beautiful under that mask." The boy said, reaching the end of his and lifting it up right under his nose, just slightly above his lips.

You didn't dare to move a muscle. You were confused. Yet, the blush on your face caused by his words made your smile grow as you moved your mask just enough for your mouth to be in sight.

He slowly leaned in, as you did too. It didn't take long before your lips touched and started moving in synch, completing the perfect puzzle that was 'us'.

After a few seconds since the fireworks had erupted in your stomach, the kiss came to a sudden end, for your conscience took the lead of your actions and caused you to lean back.

"I can't do this." You mumbled while the same warm tears as the ones that Peter's words caused this afternoon started to resurface, blurring your vision.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Why do I feel so guilty for kissing you?" You asked as a wave of anger and frustration overcame you.

"Because you have a soulmate, and-" He tried to reason as he rolled his mask back down.

"Yes, I do." You cut him off. "Only, it's you!"

His robotic eyes went wider than you had ever seen them. Every motion in his body or suit stopped, you couldn't even be sure he was still breathing.

"And, no offense, but I hate it. I hate it because you've been in my life for two weeks and now I'm supposed to give up the person whom I've been in love with for years for this? Absolutely not." You shook your head frenetically before getting up and starting to pace back and forth.

"I've been avoiding him for the past two weeks, two weeks, hoping that I could get over him and finally fall for someone who would actually like me back, and now I'm being told that the universe has made a mistake? That's so unfair! I should be with him because I love him, and I'm tired of risking to ruin our friendship every time he smiles at me. I- I don't deserve this. You don't deserve this. But most of all, Pete doesn't deserve this." You released a breath you didn't even notice you were holding. "And I'm tired of-"

"Oh no." He mumbled, interrupting you rattling. His arm shot up and pointed at something right behind you.

"Seriously? Now?" You ask ironically while you watch Spiderman shoot up, ready to swing towards the group of armed men who seemed ready to break into the nearby bank.

"We're not done talking." You clarified before the both of you reached for the criminals.

Punches and fists, clones and webs were enough for the two of you to keep the neighborhood safe for another night.

The moment all the criminals were lying on the floor, webbed up and ready for the arrival of the police, you turned around to reveal your secret to Spiderman but he looked taken aback by the sudden noise of the sirens.

"We've gotta go." He hurried, knowing that policemen and superheroes never really had the best relationship.

"I'll meet you at the usual spot." You proposed, but stopped in the tracks when you noticed a police helicopter landing on your roof. 

You cursed underneath your breath before looking at Spiderman, who yelled "Let's just go!" You watched him run off before you did, too.

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You sneaked back into your bedroom, taking off your suit and quickly changing into your most comfortable pajamas. You craved comfort right now.

You had just made a fool of yourself in front of Peter, aka the most important person in your life, and your soulmate, literally a superhero.

Great.

More tears stared running down your face and your intense sobs were muffled into your pillow.

You couldn't believe it. Why did the universe have to make a mistake? And why did it have to be you?

Was the right answer dangerous confident Spiderman or sweet awkward Peter? What if it wasn't either?

Your train of thoughts got interrupted by a light tap on the window, which got more intense when you didn't turn around to check it. Spiderman was standing on your windowsill, wanting to talk to you and signaling for you to open the window which you did with no hesitation.

You couldn't deny your confusion and surprise at the sight of the hero, but you had to pretend as if you hadn't been with him every day for two weeks straight. But mainly, you had to play it cool, as if you hadn't just kissed him. 

"Spiderman?" Your exaggeratedly starstruck tone gave away the lie, it probably was a little too obvious. "What are you-"

Your question was soon interrupted by the boy's lips on yours, leaving you yet once again confused, and angry.

"What the-" You leaned back, allowing him the space to jump into the room and close the window behind him. "Have you heard a single word of what I have said earlier?" Your eyes widened at the realization of your own words. He probably had figured out who you were already, but it couldn't be a good idea to confirm his suspicions. "Ehm, I mean-"

"The universe doesn't make mistakes, y/n." The superhero cut you off after getting closer to you again and gently placing his hand on your cheek. "But it does like to play around with us, sometimes."

He was the last person you wanted around in that moment, yet you couldn't help but melt under his touch.

"How do you-"

He didn't waste a second to press the spider in the centre of his suit, causing the costume to become all oversized and baggy. He held his suit up with one hand, allowing him to take out of it his right arm only and show you the small sentence right above his elbow.

It said:

I'm so sorry, I thought it was my locker!

"You?" You mumbled softly, letting go of his arm. The moment you lifted your head up, your eyes met his for what seemed to be the first time.

His hazelnut curls fell perfectly on his forehead. His beautiful eyes had gained back that sparkle that you hadn't seen in a long time. You heart was panting, feeling like it could run out of your chest any time.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done any of that, I-" You tried to speak, not being able to get out any more words.

"Hey, it's alright." He reassured you, fixing his suit back to its original fit.

You continued. "I've had the tattoo for a long time now, I should've-"

"Wait, how long?"

"Two weeks." Your answer made him burst into laughter, which caused you eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

His arms held you close to him as you were able to rest your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head. "I've had it since the first time we met. And I've loved you ever since." He confessed, still not daring to let go. "I just never had the guts to tell you, but I did everything I could to keep you in my life. I even tried to ask you to Homecoming, but you set me up with Liz and then said yes to that dude." A hint of poison and resentment dripping from his words.

"You were jealous?" You chuckled lightly, almost flattered at the thought.

"You were supposed to be with me. And I knew you'd have been one day. I was just upset with myself at the thought of letting my lack of guts get in the way. I didn't want you to get hurt after falling for someone you wouldn't end up with."

"Cocky much?" You giggled. "I'm sorry I blew you off."

"I'm glad you did, actually." He admitted, kissing the top of your head again.

"What?"

"I was going to tell you that you were my soulmate and all of that stuff. I don't think I could have handled you telling me I wasn't yours. I fell too hard, you know."

"All this time..." you mumble while chuckling in disbelief. You leaned a little longer into the hug that seemed to last forever and you didn't want to stop.

He looked down at you before lifting your chin up with his hand and leaning in for another kiss.

"I won the bet, by the way." He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours.

"What bet?" You whisper back, not being able to wipe off the smile on your face.

"The one about how you beautiful you must've been underneath that mask."

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WOW this has been a journey :) a journey I hope you enjoyed <3 love you all so much!!

[fool-who-dreams]

Bulletproof

summary:

You get hurt on a mission and can't risk for the team to get distracted, so you keep it to yourself.

summary:

death. VERY SAD.

To say the pain was excruciating is an understatement. A shot after the other you had taken down the whole crowd of weaponized robots that just a minute ago was trying to take down all the six of you.

You had one order only, 'don't get shot'.

Just as you were halfway through it, though, you felt it. It stung, it lacerated, it hurt. You didn't notice, too busy aiming for one of the flying creatures that would have hit Spiderman right in the spine. You couldn't allow it.

Ever since day one the two of you had sworn to have each other's backs, especially since you were the only ones of your age in the team. On this mission you, Peter and Nat had been called by Tony to fight the invasion, for it was, and I quote, "so easy than the kids could make it alone." 

Turns out, it was bigger than all of you had imagined. Creatures coming from every angle, shooting at every moving thing, not afraid of going down and take you down with them.

You hadn't noticed how right in front of you a couple of more of those creatures were a approaching, for your eyes were still up towards the sky.

"Nice shot!" Peter yelled from above, not allowing himself to look down. He couldn't divert his gaze from the monsters that were ready to fight, but he assumed it was you who just saved him. Your voice confirmed his assumption.

"Got you, Spidey!" You shouted back with a proud smirk. The moment you turned your gaze back down, you spotted the creature's weapon. It was pointed towards you. There was nothing you could do but bite your tongue to prevent you from screaming, alarming everyone. The last thing you wanted was to distract the others, risking them to get killed in what supposedly was a "fairly easy mission".

One bullet found its was through your limbs, followed by your hand covering the wound. You let tears fall from your eyes, not having the strength to hold them back at all. 

There were only a couple dozens left and you couldn't give up just yet. You were an Avenger, you were raised to fight until the world was safe and that was exactly what you were going to do.

You kept battling as a sudden rush of adrenaline that you knew would've most likely been your last was shooting through your veins. In no more than a couple of minutes you let your weapon fall to your feet.

You didn't allow your body to give in until every monster in sight was laying lifeless on the ground in front of you. You fell on your knees and allowed your hand to finally rest on your wound. You were praying not to see blood when you'd look at your fingers, or at leas you were praying it wasn't yours. But it was there, tinting your skin and suit.

In that moment more than ever you wished Tony had enough time to study the alien bullets in order to develop a suit that wouldn't let them through. The felt poisonous, you felt weak.

You collapsed into the floor. As you heard steps approaching you quickly grabbed a firelock and wrapped its strap around your neck. Luckily enough, the gun was big enough to cover up the bullet whole, making your suit look stained with enemies' blood.

"Hey there." Pete cheered, taking his mask off to look you in the eyes. "We did it!"

"We did it!" You tried to cheer back, keeping the gun steady hiding your wound.

"So much for an easy mission, huh?"

"Yeah." You breathed out. "We need to have a chat with Tony." You forced yourself to chuckle as you saw he was doing the same.

"Oh, ehm, thanks for earlier." He smiled thankfully, scratching the back of his neck.

"I got you, Peter. Always." You smile weakly, forcing yourself to tilt your head upwards to lock you eyes with his.

"You alright?" He asked as he rested one knee on the ground to align his gaze with yours. "You're shivering and-

"Yeah, I'm fine." You nodded, still trying to contain your tears although the tiredness from the mission was taking over, making you just want to rest your eyes for a bit. You couldn't possibly tell him what was going on, it would only make him worry. You were well aware of how you only had possibly a couple more minutes left and you needed to see his smile, not tears flowing from his eyes. It wasn't worth it, for no one could possibly have done anything for you and your alien bullet wounds.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just- tired." You managed to get out.

He nodded sympathetically, moving a dirty chunk of hair behind your ear.

"You can rest on the jet. I'll wake you up when we get home, yeah?"

You nodded, calming yourself as you tossed your worries aside thanks to the glimpse of excitement sparkling from his eyes. He always got so happy whenever you successfully completed a mission. 

His joy was contagious and it caused a small genuine smile to creep onto your lips. It amazed you how, in spite any moment could've been your last, you could feel it from the aching in your limbs, he still would find a way to give you the strength to keep going, even if for just a little bit more.

He took your pain away, even if it was just for a few seconds. But the again, when did he not.

Peter got up, starting to walk away. He only took a few steps before he noticed that you weren't following, that you hadn't even gotten up. "You coming?"

"Yeah, just-" You paused to fight back a sudden lurch of pain, trying to maintain the straightest face possible. "You go ahead. I'll be right there." You offered a weak smile that turned into a long deep sob as soon as the boy left, not before smiling back.

The moment Peter disappeared behind the jet, you let your guard down. The noise of the engine got louder as you allowed your sobs to grow louder. You completely collapsed into the ground, the warm tears were the only source of heat anywhere near your cold body.

The world got blurry before a million thoughts started rushing through your head. Hopes, regrets, dreams and memories started flashing before your eyes. 

If you could go back, just a few seconds, you'd change your last words to Peter. You'd tell him how lucky you felt to have him in your life, how great of a person he was and how proud of him you were. You'd have a million more things to tell him but deep down, you were aware that he knew already. You never needed words to communicate and not even death was going to change that.

But before you knew it, everything had gone white.

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"Hey kid." Tony smiled the moment Peter stepped into the jet. "Good job out there. I'm sorry it wasn't exactly an easy one."

"It's alright, Mr Stark." He took a seat across from Nat. "We handled it. Y/n's on her way."

"What's with you?" Nat asked, smiling at the boy's contagious excitement.

"N-nothing." He stuttered shyly, trying to hide his blush.

"Does it have to do with y/n?" She wiggled her eyebrows jokingly.

"Possibly..." Peter muttered. "I asked her on a date before the mission." 

"And?" Both Nat and Tony asked together, hopeful that the two teenagers would finally be able to see what everyone else could spot from miles away.

Peter started fiddling with his mask while a weak smile grew on his lips. His blushing was becoming more evident by the second, both due to the sudden attention on him, as well as to the fact that he already knew the answer.

"She said yes!"

[fool-who-dreams]

can the universe make a mistake?

Part 2: 

Y/n tries to ignore Peter, hoping that it would make her feelings go away. Will he find an explanation for it?

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You were torn between the urge to cry out of joy for having finally found a hint towards the love of your life, and the atrocious knot in your stomach for knowing exactly who it was.

"Hey, you alright?" Peter asked as he approached you at your locker. 

"Yeah." You answered confidently. Nothing was going to rip the smile off your face.

"You seem happier than usual." Ned stated as he approached the two of you, leaning against the closed locker besides Peter's.

"Did- did something happen?" Your best friend asked, smiling back at your contagious joy. When his eyes sparkled, a thousand butterflies started to gather in your stomach.

'Damn it' you though. 'I've gotta get over him this time.'

"No..." You said trying to suppress your smile.

"Mind if I don't believe you?" He chuckled amused.

"Absolutely not." You insisted, believing it was for the best to leave out the fact that you had met your soulmate, who was none other than Spiderman himself. "You on the other hand, seem rather nervous. Any tests today?" You asked, noticing his unusual behavior.

It wasn't rare for Peter to be nervous, to stutter or to lack confidence but he was never like that around you.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed a little too soon. "I'm sorry, yeah I got a couple tests coming up and I'm concerned for that. No other reason. Just tests." He let out a nervous laugh.

"Alright..." You furrowed your brows, obviously not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. "Good luck for your tests, then. I'll see you at Decathlon?" You asked before closing your locker and turning around to face him.

"Yeah, later." Peter smiled goofily before awkwardly waving at you. "Wait!" He called, causing you to turn around after just a few steps.

"Yes?"

"Would you perhaps like to- I don't know, do something together let's say- in the afternoon?"

"Like get an ice cream or watch a movie marathon sort-of-thing?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since we watched something." He scratched the back of his neck.

In a regular situation you would have accepted in a heartbeat. You would have thrown on your best outfit and gotten ready for hours just to feel confident enough so that you could be around the boy without blushing at every smile he sent your way. But things had to change.

"I'm sorry Pete, I can't today. Maybe next time?" You asked as an apologetic smile found its place on your face and a river of guilt washed all over you. It was for the best to take some space.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Definitely next time."

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"Have you guys seen Spiderman and Mirage on the news?" Liz rushed into the Decathlon training room holding her phone up towards you all, smiling widely.

"No, what happened?" Peter asked, leaning his head on the shoulder of the person next to him, who happened to be you. The butterflies in you stomach were raging. It didn't seem fair to you: you had to get rid of those feelings and having Peter anywhere near you wouldn't help.

You abruptly stood up causing Peter to almost fall off his chair and dart towards you a confused expression before gaining back his balance.

You walked towards Liz, taking the phone off her hands to look at the video on the screen.

"Wow, they really took that dude down" Flash commented. 

"So what are they like a duo now?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that you perfectly knew the answer. 

"I hope so." Liz replied, plopping in the now empty chair next to Peter. "Ugh, I'm so jealous of her!"

"What, why? I bet fighting off criminals and hanging for dear life off a rooftop every night isn't exactly the dream." You joked.

As always, you were trying to remain neutral or slightly against the idea of being s superhero when you were around people, just to keep it low-key, because Lord knew how much you loved it.

"But there's so much more to it! It's about helping people, fighting crime, bringing back order to the city!" Another girl, Isabelle, chimed in.

"Besides, imagine spending every night hanging out with Spiderman!" Liz affirmed as she giggled. 

You couldn't explain exactly what happened in that moment but you felt slightly angry at her words, jealous even. He was your soulmate, even if you weren't sure he knew it yet.

"He saved me once." You blurted out. Peter's head, as well as everyone else's, shot up in your direction and before you could control what you were saying, words started flowing out of your mouth.

"He's really sweet, funny and kind, and he didn't sound old, he's more of a boy than he is a "man". I bet he's cute, too." You chuckled at the thought of you spending the rest of your life with someone you couldn't even give a face to.

Looking back at Liz, you noticed her dreamy eyes. Also, your eye immediately caught Peter's face, redder then ever. He looked like he could burst in flames any moment, probably due to the girl's head on his shoulder.

'So it's Liz' you thought. 'His soulmate, I mean. You don't just blush like that for anyone, do you?'

"Can we just get started on practice?" Your best friend MJ asked. You thanked Heaven for sending down someone like her, always ready to save the day as if she could read your thoughts.

"Yes please." You ran to your place, ready to focus on anything but him.

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"You came back." Spiderman stated with a cocky tone as he smirked slightly, or so you assumed. He didn't even turn around, he just heard your steps approach from behind. But then again, that's amongst the perks of being half spider.

"I always make the right call." You replied. "So, how's tonight?"

"Quiet." He replied.

"I like quiet."

"Yeah, same." He looked at you once you took a seat next to him. "So, what's up?"

"Same old life."

"Which is...?" He chuckled. He knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him - for as far as you were concerned - and no matter how much you wanted for them to drastically change, things had to stay that way.

"Which is my business. For now."

"Allow me to change your mind, then."

"You could never." You chuckled. "I'm way too stubborn."

"See? I know something else about you now, you're stubborn." He said proudly, making you playfully roll your eyes. 

"Now you'll have to tell me something about you, though."

"Nope, I worked my piece of information out of you myself, I can't just give mine away!" He joked.

"Well, I know you're half a spider. That's a lot already, isn't it?"

"It sure is, Sherlock. Now, you ready?" Spiderman asked, standing up suddenly.

"For what?" You frowned due to the sudden movement.

He simply pointed towards the street beneath you where a man was running with a purse and a bunch of other valuables in his hands.

"Oh, well." You replied, getting up as well. "We might make a good team."

"Let's test it out then, shall we?" He asked before swinging away, followed by you.

After taking down a bunch of bad guys that both of you could have easily taken down on your own in twice the time, you found yourselves talking and laughing about nothing for the rest of the night.

In no time you started wandering what his features were like, what colors his hair, eyes and skin were, wether he resembled at all the charming prince you were so in love with.

You started wondering if he knew you were his soulmate already, and you couldn't wait for the right time to tell him. You would have liked to get into the topic of soulmates with him, but you didn't want to push it right away. You would be seeing him again the day after, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so on for a long time. You were partners now.

You had started to like the boy's company, although you were more of a loner, usually.

"So...same roof same time from now on?" He asked standing up and ready to disappear.

"Same roof same time from now on." You smiled watching him leave.

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The more the days went by, the more you learnt to appreciate the Spider-Boy, his humor, his confidence, his kindness and care for others.

It had been two weeks from your first encounter. Two weeks in which, every night, you had met your newfound supposed soulmate. You teased and joked and he seemed to flirt back at times, which made your stomach start to fill with butterflies.

Two weeks. That wasn't enough to just break the news to him. Especially since he didn't seem like he knew about it, maybe he yet had to get his mark, or maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. What? No, that was impossible! Spiderman had so much confidence that if he had sold half of it, he'd have been richer than Mr. Stark in less than a week.

Either way you'd talk to him about it soon, you decided.

You hadn't forgotten about Peter, nor had your feelings gone away, but you had managed to keep your distance from him as much as you could. Constantly ditching him and inventing last time excuses had started to hurt you as much as you guessed it was hurting the boy.

He wasn't easy on his schedule either, though. Between his internship and schoolwork you felt really bad for standing him up anytime he tried to dedicate that little spare time he had to you and Ned.

Sometimes it was the truth, your superhero dues kicked in a couple of times, but for the rest of it you just preferred to be alone with your thoughts.

You felt horrible, though. It wasn't Peter's fault and you never meant to hurt him or lose him but this whole thing had been consuming you for the past two hears and if you didn't do anything about it you knew it'd have hurt you, Peter and your soulmate.

"Hey girl!" MJ cheered, approaching you while you walked towards the exit of the school. "You still up for today?"

"Totally, I can't wait!" You replied, thinking of the plans you and your friend made to stay in and have a girls' day. You were planning on telling her your secret today. Well, not the fact that you were her, just the fact that Spiderman himself was your soulmate.

"I'll talk to you later!" You waved, watching the girl turn the corner as you parted your ways.

"What's today?" A familiar voice asked from behind you, making you jump a little.

"Hey, Pete." Your body stiffed and your voice got a little colder, not daring to turn around or look at him in the eyes. "We were just making plans for later." 

"Making plans for later?" He asked in disbelief, making you divert your gaze towards his fallen smile. "Are you serious now?" Anger started dripping from his voice.

"Are you okay?" You asked, a little concerned by his sudden change of mood.

"I'm glad you are able to find some time for your friends." 

"We're just going to spend a couple of hours together, it's really not a big deal, Pete" You smiled out of guilt, knowing exactly why he reacted that way. But it was something you had prevented, and it was necessary.

"Guess who else would want to spend a couple of hours with you? Yes, the same person who has been trying to make plans with you for the past two weeks and whom you keep ignoring for no apparent reason!" He didn't hold back. "Did I do something wrong that you don't have the guts to point out?"

"What, no! You didn't do anything wrong, it's just-"

"Just what? There must be a reason, and I feel like I deserve to know it." He cut you off.

You stayed silent, trying to hold back the tears of sadness and guilt that were building up in your eyes.

"Whatever I did, I just want to fix it." Peter added taking a step towards you, his voice sweetening.

"I- I wish I could tell you, I really do."

"You know what?" He let out a bitter chuckle. "It's not even worth trying, to be honest. I'm really tired of being the only one who makes an effort here." He spat before turning around and taking an alternative yet longer road to his house.

"Peter wait!" You tried to run beside him but he completely ignored you. "Peter slow down!"

"Oh, now you want to talk to me?" He asked sarcastically. "I went this way for a reason, I want to be alone."

"But- we always walk home together" You argued weakly while tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

"Really? Where have you been in the past two weeks then?"

The warm drops made their way towards your chin. You couldn't tell him your secret, you couldn't just lay on him the fact that you were a superhero who fought crime with her soulmate whom she didn't love, and who possibly didn't love her.

That should have been the plot of a movie, not the story of your life.

"I thought so." He breathed out before starting to walk away again. Soon he disappeared behind a corner, leaving you in the middle of the sidewalk, crying and regretting everything you had done.

He was the best person you had ever met. He didn't deserve any of what happened to him. Maybe not having you around would have been for the best. It would allow you to move on. It would lead him to the life he deserved.

And even though you couldn't imagine your life without him, this wasn't the time to be selfish. Peter would never do it to you if it were the other way around.

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[fool-who-dreams]

¿Cómo está tu hija, eh?

summary:

Peter goes for a sandwich to the best deli in Queens but instead of Mr Delmar, he meets his daughter.

It was almost lunchtime when the last bell rang at school and you headed towards the exit, waving at your friends goodbye. As music started to invade your senses, you entered your father's shop, humming the tune.

"Hey dad!" You cheered, taking one earphone off.

"Cariño, here you are!" He smiled, wrapping you in a hug. "Listen. The guys and I have got to go pick up some stuff, we're almost out." He explained. "Will you be fine taking over for a couple of hours?"

"Sure. No problem." You nodded, placing your school bag near the counter and taking out a couple of books. "I've got homework for tomorrow anyway."

"Thank you so much mija. Love you." He shouted before calling the other employees and heading towards the door.

"Love you too!" 

The next half hour was rather boring, only a couple of clients had came in and only got a can of soda each. One of them also got a number 3 without salad but with double cheese. You always tried to serve the clients with a kind smile making them feel welcomed, but a number 3 with double cheese and no salad? That couldn't be healthy.

You had a little time to study and catch up with some of the things you hadn't quite understood before the nearby schools would send their students home for the day, causing a massive sea of people to approach the shop, just like every other day.

Therefore, you decided that it would be for the best if you made yourself a sandwich and hand lunch before everyone arrived.

While you were in the making of your lunch, the bell connected to the door caught your attention.

"Hi Mr. Delmar! What- you're not Mr Delmar."

"Sorry to disappoint, dad's out for the day." You chuckled.

"N-no disappointment at all." He mumbled lowly. "I'm Peter." He smiled

"Hi Peter, how may I help you?" Your eyes were still locked with his. You started studying his features silently: the way his soft curls fell on his forehead, the movement his sharp jawline made as he talked, the sparkle in his deep brown eyes.

"May I have a number 5 with pickles, and can you smush it down real flat?"

"Coming right at you." You smiled kindly before turning around and starting to work on his request.

Silence fell into the room as you worked.

"So." You cleared your throat. "You go to Midtown, huh?"

"How do you-"

"Your hoodie." You chuckled lightly. "You must be a genius."

"I- I wouldn't say a genius." He scratched the back of his neck, too timid to admit the fact that he was well aware of his brains.

"That's a pity." You replied, wrapping the sandwich in the white paper bag. "I could use some help with science." You then turned around, handing him the little bag. "There you go." You smiled and grabbed the money he had already set on the counter. His face had gone a little redder than it was when he entered the shop, his eyes never left you.

"Thanks." He smiled shyly. "Say hi to Mr Delmar for me."

"Consider it done. See you around, Peter."

"Yeah. I'll see you around..."

"y/n."

"Even her name is pretty." He commented keeping his voice low, hoping that you wouldn't hear him (which you did).

You couldn't help but feel a smile creep to your cheeks, watching him leave the shop.

When your father finally came back the shop was empty of all the people that had started arriving soon after Peter had left.

"Dad, I want to talk to you about something." You say decisively once the two of you sit down for dinner in the small kitchen of your house.

"Qué pasa mija?" ("What is it?")

"You see...today was really fun at the shop, and I could use some extra money. I was wandering if you'd be okay if I took some shifts regularly."

"Why not, I could use some more help." He smiled, nodding his head at your request. "How about starting with once a week? School must remain your priority, you know that."

"Sounds great. Thank you so much!" You got up and ran to the other side of the table to hug him.

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"Hey." Peter's surprised voice made you shoot your head up from your book.

"Hey, Peter." You greet, getting up to look at the boy from a better angle. Although, he looked extremely cute from every angle, frankly. "What can I get you today? The usual?"

"Yes please." He confirmed. You turned around and started working on the order again. Only this time Peter spoke first.

"Is your dad out again?" He frowned in confusion.

"Wow, don't be too eager to see me." You replied jokingly.

"No, no no no, it's not like that! I was actually hoping to run into you again." He confessed shyly.

"I work here now, this is my shift." You explained with your signature smile as you handed him the bag.

"Well, I know when to come from now on then." He smiled before walking towards the door again. "By the way, the answer is square root of 2."

"What?"

"The problem." He pointed at your open notebook on the counter. "It's square root of 2." He said before exiting the shop.

He must really be one of those geniuses.

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For quite a while now Peter had become your regular client. He was kind enough to help you with homework if he happened to come by while you were having a hard time with maths or science.

You had become more comfortable with each other's company, whenever he was in the shop. He always teased you on how long it took you to make a sandwich, saying that he'd be able to do it in no time. Truth was, you did it on purpose to be able to talk to him for longer, and he actually didn't mind waiting at all. He quite enjoyed it, actually.

Your chitchats had gone way further than just polite small talk, to the point that you'd blush whenever he'd compliment your outfit or laugh at your silly jokes.

You had to admit it, you had a huge crush on the boy.

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"Hey!" Peter entered the shop excitedly.

"Smushed number five with pickles coming your way." You shot up from your seat. 

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes?"

"You're a girl."

"Thanks for the reminder, Pete." You giggled.

"No, I mean-" He took a deep breath. "There's this girl I really like. She's kind, sweet, funny and very pretty." He stopped abruptly before continuing again. "She's from my school. And I really want to ask her out but I've got no idea what girls like."

You'd lie if you said you didn't feel your heart fall at those words. You could've easily ruined it, telling him to do something stupid or rude, but he was the sweetest and kindest person you had ever met and if there was something you wanted for him was to be happy. It just wasn't meant to be.

"She sounds awesome." You commented, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

"She really is." He smiled goofily.

"Just tell her how you feel."

"I'm not the best with words actually."

"You know, sometimes actions can speak for you. For example, a letter can mean 'will you go out with me', or a flower can say 'I really like you'."

"A flower to say I like her a lot, got it. But what if-"

"Don't say it." You cut him off. "There's no way she won't like you back. Pete, you're amazing! She is lucky to even just know you. You go to a school of geniuses, there's no way she hasn't realized that."

The boy gave me a thankful nod along with a slight blush before grabbing the sandwich and thanking you. 

He put his usual five dollars on the counter but this time you handed them back to him.

"It's on the house. Use them to buy her the prettiest flower you find."

"Thanks." He smiled widely. "I don't think I'll ever find a pretty enough flower for her."

"If I were you I'd get her a single red rose, it's my personal favorite. Nothing says 'I like you' better than that." You turned back to your homework as the boy nodded gratefully and headed to the door. 

"I'll let you know how it goes." He said before leaving.

"If you really must." You whispered once you were alone in the shop. 

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The following week, you had a problem with the toaster and couldn't seem to be able to make it work. You had to call your dad, who arrived after just ten minutes.

"I've got to use the bathroom." You told your dad. "I'll be back in a minute." He simply nodded, not taking his gaze off the disassembled toaster.

"Hey y/- Mr Delmar?" Peter called surprised - and a little disappointed - as soon as he recognized the man's silhouette. 

"Peter!" You father lifted his eyes to meet the boy's. "The usual?"

"Yes, thanks."

Your father motioned for his employee to get on it.

"It's been a while since you came here! What's with the flower?" He asked pointing at the wonderful red rose that the boy was holding.

"It's for a girl." He blushed shyly. "I hoped to meet her today."

"And how's your aunt?"

"She's alright."

"Oye." Mr Delmar said, turning towards his employee. "La tía de él es una mujer que está buenísima." (Basically, 'his aunt is hot')

"¿Cómo está tu hija, eh?" Peter asks with a grin, causing Mr Delmar's to fade.  ('And how's your daughter?')

"Ten dollars." The man affirms coldly.

"It's five dollars." Peter argued back.

"For that comment, it's ten dollars."

"No, it's not." You chime in, walking towards the counter.

"Oh, hey y/n." He blushes lightly, causing you to smile and your father to shoot a confused look to the both of you.

"Peter's a regular in my shift." You explained. "There you go." You handed the boy his food.

"Thanks." He smiled before putting the flower down on the counter in order to take the sandwich. He then started walking towards the door.

"Chico, wait!" Your father called, but it was too late since he had already left the shop. "He forgot his flower." He stated, turning towards you.

"I'll bring it to him." You offered, taking the flower in your hand and heading towards the door.

"Peter! Pete, wait!" You shouted, causing the boy to freeze for a second before turning around. "You forgot your flower." You informed him before handing him the gorgeous item.

"Oh, I-I didn't forget it." He smiled shyly locking his gaze with yours. "I just- delivered it."

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[fool-who-dreams]

unintentional mystery

Summary - The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you.

"John!" Sherlock called urgently from the dining room. "John!" He continued insistently as he fixed his scarf around his neck. "John!" He yelled once more, this time knocking on the bathroom door.

"For Pete's sake, what are you doing at my house, how did you get in!" The bathroom door swung open, revealing an angry John wrapped in shower towels.

"Key's anger the doormat. Oldest trick in the playbook. You told me about it."

"I never told you where my key was!"

"Not with your words." Sherlock rolled his eyes knowingly. "Can we go now? The truth awaits."

"A new case? Alright, give me five minutes and-" John sighed, hurrying to his bedroom.

"I'll meet you there." Sherlock shouted, leaving the house.

"Fascinating. Isn't it?" Sherlock asked John, leaning closer to the crime scene.

"A gutted corpse? Not really." John replied. And to think he was so close to becoming Sherlock Holmes' roommate. At the very last minute, though, John had found a cheap comfortable place just around the corner. Nothing stopped Sherlock from involving John in his every move.

Seeing him in the distance, you and your colleague Greg approached the familiar faces. "Mr Holmes, you have arrived." Lestrade pointed out.

"Clever deduction Inspector, what gave it away?" He replied wittily.

"Pleasant, as always." You remarked sarcastically.

"Shut up y/n, you couldn't bear this job without me."

"Mr. Watson," You chimed in, ignoring the curly-haired detective. "pleased to finally meet you. Sherlock has said loads of wonderful things about you." You revealed, stretching your hand towards John.

He shook your hand, quite puzzled. "He is capable of that?"

"Well, not really...it's more that he hasn't affronted you as much as he usually does to people. It's as far as it goes, I'd be proud if I were you." You smiled, amused. "I am y/n, I'm the coroner affiliated with this case." You explained to the former doctor. "Oh, and try to solve it within a couple hours dear, would you?" You asked Sherlock, slowly stroking his covered arm.

"Nonsense! Take your time Sherlock, we all are having such a great time. Aren't we?" Lestrade winked at you, to which you had to keep yourself from making a disgusted face. He wasn't a bad man, he just wasn't your man. You nodded, fake smiling to your colleague before turning to Sherlock.

"Hurry." You almost threatened.

"Why? Got plans?" He asked, almost annoyed. 'Maybe even jealous' John thought.

"Not really. But-"

"Then you won't mind joining me for dinner." He cut you off wittily. "We'll raise a toast to my ability to solve a case of this complexity in just 'a couple of hours'." He proposed, still not taking his eyes off the scene.

'Okay, wait. Is Sherlock actually- flirting?' John thought again.

"Ask me again when you've cracked this." You replied with a smirk. You turned around, starting to walk away, when the genius' voice had you stopped in your tracks.

"It was his wife. After stealing his wedding ring, she must've sold it. Probably online. The one he's wearing is not authentic, and the tie is undone, which means he wasn't actually coming back from work but rather, given the lipstick stain, from an encounter with his mistress. The woman must've found out. It's a jealousy crime." Sherlock said in one breath. "Care to join me now?" He asked with a satisfied smirk, actually looking straight into your eyes for the first time since he had arrived.

"How could I refuse?" You chuckled.

"Well, well...it appears this is my lucky day." Sherlock commented, pulling you in by the waist to stamp a kiss on your lips. You felt your cheeks getting warmer, and a smile creeping onto your face.

"I'll see you at home." You pecked him again before catching up to Lestrade and the rest of the team.

"Okay." John tried to keep his composure, but miserably failed. "What is going on here?" "I thought I had been clear enough. A jealousy crime. Although money was evidently involved in-" "Not that! Why did you kiss Y/N? And why was she kay with it?"

"Well John, don't you kiss your wife?" He asked, starting to walk away.

"A wife?!" John asked in disbelief. "What's next? I'll find out you have kids? A mistress?"

"Oh no" Sherlock chuckled. "If I had a mistress, I probably would have ended up like him by now." Sherlock replied, pointing back at the victim of the case he had just solved.

"Will you advice me a nice place for today's dinner?" Sherlock added. "I need something special for our second anniversary."

"YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED TWO YEARS?!"

[fool-who-dreams]

can the universe make a mistake?

Part 1: Y/n is a regular lovestruck teenager during the day, but not many know that she is a loner crime-fighting vigilante at night. What happens when the Universe finally thinks she is ready to find out who her soulmate is?

Soulmates. It was indeed an intriguing concept to think about: someone who fits perfectly in your life, your other half with whom you feel whole.

You had always been pretty excited to find your soulmate, your mysterious missing piece. Although, sometimes, you couldn't help but wish for the universe to be more specific.

The different quotes, words or symbols tattooed on each person's body were something that represented one's soulmate and, most often then not, it was something that one's missing piece would say to them at some point of their lives. It could be a literal stranger on the bus, it could be one's best friend: it could be anyone.

Luckily enough, everyone's writings or symbols were uncommon, so it was rather hard to mistake the sign with a random conversation.

The word or symbol could have meant the place you met, the first thing you said to each other, the words you said when you realized you were falling in love. You had heard of so many great romances, amazing love stories, perfect meet-cutes.

But your story is something else.

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That night patrol seemed boring. Everything was calm and no one seemed to be in the mood for crime which you were grateful for but also bored by. 

'Why is it either 34 crimes a night or none at all? Can't they share a Google calendar? Typical. Drama queens.' You sarcastically though to yourself as you looked at the glorious city by night.

"You might want to back out of this, dude, before it's too late!" A voice shouted from behind the building your were standing on. You got closer to the edge just to see the one and only Spiderman and the awfully powerful creature that stood in front of him. You had tried to catch that monster by yourself multiple times, in vain.

"More like the other way around, dude." The evil man laughed before getting closer and closer to the man in spandex. The blue-ish aura around the villain was getting visibly thicker, therefore stronger.

"Nah, I'm good. But thanks." And with that the man shoot a web, hanging himself from the roof of the house you happened to be on. He swung around the man, trying to attack him from different angles.

In your few months of patrol you had never met Spiderman, which was weird since he seemed to be be everywhere, anytime. You couldn't help but watch as the red and blue suited boy swung around and unsuccessfully tried to defeat the man multiple times.

It didn't take long before the monster knocked out the masked hero, leaving him leaning on the dirty asphalt, groaning in pain. 

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" You spoke the moment you saw that Spiderman wasn't responding to the attacks anymore.

You quickly shifted your appearance - for it was one of your powers - to make you look like you were wearing a mask and a suit. The suit wouldn't protect you like your actual one did, since it only was an illusion, but hopefully it'd intimidate the bad guy. 

"Mirage? Again?" He laughed. "Double fun for me!" 

"More like double pain for you, big guy." You mumbled before looking at him intensely. You focused the hardest you ever had and successfully shifted your appearance to look exactly like him, including his aura and equipment. You didn't waste any time to quickly multiply your clones all around him.

"I know your games." He grinned, keeping to charge his aura as thick as he could to the point where it was shifting its color to a more purple one. He hit you, causing you to fly back in pain, losing the concentration you'd need to keep his appearance.

"I know your games," the evil man laughed "and I always win at them."

"But this time it's two against one." You heard the familiar heroic voice speaking, just as Spiderman's hand stretched towards you to help you get up. You quickly grabbed it, helping yourself up and trying to ignore the pain in your limbs.

The moment your hand touched his, you felt a feeling between a tingle and a pinch a little above your shoulder. That is where you hit the road the hardest, so that's what it must've been.

Trying not to lose focus again you got up and quickly extended your hand towards the evil man. Your newfound Spider-friend didn't waste any time to web him up as you channeled all your energy to freeze the villain in place.

"That was-" Spiderman pounded as he sat next to you on the roof as you caught your breath. "Amazing!"

"I never used this much of my powers at once. I didn't think I could." You mumbled rather tiredly, yet filled with proudness and excitement.

"So...I've never seen you around before." He looked at you straight in the eyes from his robotic pupil, tilting his head lightly. "Who-"

"No, nope." you interrupted him. "Absolutely not. You're not allowed to know anything about me, and I don't want you to tell me anything about you. Anything. Ever. We clear?" You threatened.

"Alright, alright!" He shot his hands up in surrender.

"Good. I better get going, though. Thanks for helping me take him down, I had been at it for months." You said gratefully whilem getting up from your spot. You managed, although you felt dizzy from all the energy that your powers had drained from you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." He smiled as he got up, too.

"Tomorrow?" You frowned.

"It seems obvious that we can't be taken down as a team. You obviously need me. And I can do with you." He explained. "So, what do you say?"

"I'll consider it." You teased, already knowing that you would have been there the next day, same time, same place.

"I trust you'll make the right call." His robotic eyes winked before he disappeared into the night. 

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"y/n! You'll be late again!" Your mother shouted from the other room.

"Coming!" You yelled before putting your concealer down and taking a last glance at your figure in the full-sized mirror. Although you had literally gotten dressed in the dark because you refused to be blinded why the morning light before it was absolutely necessary, you didn't mind your outfit at all. You quickly adjusted your hair before you eyes travelled to the bare skin of you rolled up sleeves.

You were sad. You were disappointed. You couldn't accept the fact that a 17 year old still didn't have her soulmate mark. You kept telling yourself that you didn't really care, that it wasn't that important to you, and you were trying with your whole heart to actually mean and believe it. Your entire life you had looked everywhere, tried everything but nothing seemed to make your body reply in any way to the soulmate universe. You were still young, that's true, but every single person you knew had it already. Everyone in school, every friend of yours and every adult you ever asked to said that they got theirs before the age of 17. Even your best friend Peter had gotten his already, even though he refused to talk about it (which you totally understood since you refused to talk about it, too).

You needed a sign, any sign! A word, a symbol, a name, a feeling, anything. But it never came. No one knew about your missing mark, you were too scared and embarrassed to talk about it and whenever the topic came up, you would skillfully dodge the bullet.

Nonetheless, you kept telling yourself every day that it would happen. Maybe not now, but some day.

But then again, maybe you just were one of those who don't have one.

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"Late yet again, miss L/N" The teacher scolded while sliding her glasses off her nose.

"I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again" You excused yourself as you took your usual seat in the front of the class since it always was the only one left. You never planned on sticking out so much, with all the bruises left from the prior nights that you had to cover up in the morning, you never found yourself actually being on time. 

"Isn't that the what you said last time?" She arrogantly asked. "You have to start waking up, or else I'm going to have to start reporting you to the principal."

"Yes, Miss" You muttered between your grinned teeth. You didn't do this for fun. Going to bed this late at night and waking up earlier than you would need to in order to try and hide all your wounds.

I mean, it sure is fun destroying whomever gets in the way of making the world a safer place, but all the secrets and the lies, the danger and the pain made it way less pleasant. But then, there was him. The only one to make it all better. One of the most important people in your entire life, your new patrol buddy. You had only ever read about him before the infamous night of your meeting, but it had been enough for you to develop a fondness of him.

As class begun, you couldn't help but focus on everything but on what you should have.

You glanced in front of you, noticing every little detail in the room: the washed out posters that hung in the wall, the teacher's frizzy hair, your best friend and oblivious crush of a lifetime Peter whispering to your other great friend Ned. Peter was sitting right beside you.

"Hey!" You heard Peter call. You shot your head up to look him in his bright beautiful brown eyes, unsuccessfully trying not to fall into them: you knew that there'd be no way out. He continued: "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just- I'm tired" You said, trying to think of the most basic excuse not to make him or Ned worry. He had a lot on his mind already, like the Stark internship or all the schoolwork the teachers gave you. You didn't like lying to him, but you didn't like the idea of him worrying for you either. Besides, you were just fine out there. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, plus you had Spider-Man.

"Oh, alright." He said, clearly not buying it. "If you need anything you know I'm here, though." He put his hand over your shoulder, and lightly squeezed it, just to prove his point even further. He was there for you no matter what, and you knew it; which was also the reason why you wouldn't, under any circumstance, want to put him in danger by telling him who you were.

"I know." I smiled, causing him to smile back beforehand turning around. "Thank you, Pete."

Peter.

Your lifelong crush.

The most perfect human to ever walk this Earth was part of your life. The only person who was able to mend your heart with a simple smile was the same person who could destroy it with a single word. You had been in love with him for the past nth months and you couldn't help it. The point is, you couldn't figure out wether the boy was completely obvious to your feelings or didn't want to hurt you by making you notice that he picked up your hints and simply didn't like you that way.

You just wanted him to be happy, which is why you helped him ask Liz to Homecoming at the time. On the same occasion you were accompanied by a boy named Luka, whom you dated for a few weeks, believing that you were finally moving on. You weren't.

You don't have to make an effort to recall your first encounter, after which he gradually became more and more awkward around you, stuttering and blushing. He probably had picked up all your hints and just didn't know how to respond without hurting you. The first time you ever met him went something like this:

It was one of the first days of school and you were trying to open your locker, unsuccessfully.

"Damn it" you muttered underneath your breath. "Just. Open. Up!" You hit the locker quite harshly.

"Excuse me..." A soft voice caught your attention from beside you, causing you to turn your head around. That's when you first saw him. His nerdy t-shirt and his glasses made him totally different from how he looks now but you liked him even before he started going to the gym, for he always has been the kindest, most selfless, funniest person you've known. "I believe this is my locker. Can I help you find yours?"

Your face glistened with embarrassment. If it were any other teenager, you'd have gotten made fun of or rudely insulted but he was just...something else. He always had been.

"I'm so sorry, I thought it was my locker!" You explained, still red in the face.

"It's alright, don't worry about it" He smiled, taking the piece of paper from your hands. "276 is that one". He pointed on the other side of the corridor.

"Thank you so much. And sorry again!" You said, only wanting to bury yourself deep in the sand and never go back to school again.

"No problem, ehm...." He smiled, waiting for you to tell him your name.

"y/n" You smiled awkwardly.

"I'm Peter." 

"Well I'll see you around, Peter" 

'Or hopefully I won't after this' you thought, the tip of your ears still red of embarrassment.

When his hand left your shoulder, your shirt fell a little off, showing a bit of your bare skin. You glanced at the exposed spot.

That's when you saw it.

Your breath hitched when you noticed that it had finally happened. It was there.

Much to your teacher's disappointment you excused yourself to the restroom, to which she only consented because you probably were paled out of you regular color.

You closed the stall's door and took off your shoulder, then you took out your phone and snapped a picture. It was nothing like you imagined, but it was there, the rather big drawing was engraved to your skin.

'a spider web?'  You thought. 'Why would it be a spider- oh no.'

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[fool-who-dreams]

Flirty bully coming your way

Summary: Midtown organizes a school trip at Stark Industries' where the one and only Y/N Stark decides to teach a lesson to Peter's bully.

Warnings: none really, just a tiny bit of language

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"May, I'm going! See you later!" Peter yelled from the kitchen, quickly grabbing a toast and running towards the door.

"Pete, school isn't for another hour!" May answered, poking her head out of her bedroom door.

"I know, but we have the school trip today and I don't want to be late." He explained, impatiently biting on his toast as he held the door open, ready to run.

May walked into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, looking at her nephew in amusement.

"Alright honey. Be careful, have fun and tell Y/N I say hi!" She smiled at how excited his nephew was in spite of his regular presence in the tower.

"Will do!" The boy smiled to himself at the only mention of your name.

Another reason, and also the main one, to be excited for this trip was the fact that he'd get to spend a whole day with you. Let's just say that between school, patrolling and choosing to keep your relationship a secret from your father, it was getting harder and rarer for the two of you to have some proper time to yourself.

He knew that the whole school was going to take part in this trip, but that wouldn't stop him from finding you the moment he'd get to his destination.

The moment Peter set foot in the school bus, he recognized the friendly faces of his two best friends. 

"Hey!" He smiled walking towards them.

"You excited?" Ned asked, already aware of the answer. Peter nodded energetically as he sat beside his best friend, not able to play it cool the way he had planned.

"Hey Peter," A voice called from behind them. It was of a girl that Peter had seen once or twice around the school and who had taken a seat right next to MJ. "is it true that you have an internship at Stark's?"

"Yeah" Peter smiled shyly, not wanting to drag the attention to himself. "No big deal".

"Have you ever met Iron Man?" The girl asked, her eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.

"Well-" The boy begun to answer but was rudely interrupted by the well-known school bully.

"Obviously not. Do y'all seriously believe all the crap that Penis Parker makes up?" Flash laughed loudly, causing his group to giggle along.

"Just ignore him." MJ whispered as Peter's fists clenched. He decided that it was best if he just turned around.

"For your information, Peter has met Mr. Stark countless times!" Ned stood up to defend his friend, completely blowing off Peter's attempt to keep a low profile.

"Oh really? And do tell us, Parker," Flash continued, not willing to let go the matter. "Did you also have the honor to bring coffee to all the Avengers? Or are you exclusively the dog of Mr. Jerk?" 

A whole lot of giggles erupted from the back of the bus, Flash' being the loudest. As the boy teased, he started getting closer and closer to Peter's seat, not risking to miss the expression on his face.

The spider-boy's fist started to clench and his whole body stiffened. "Mr. Stark is a perfectly respectable man." He mumbled.

He remembered quite well the time he found himself saving his bully's life, and he hated that he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He was a hero, after all. The only thing that helped him to keep his calm, together with Ned and MJ's words, was the memory of all the words of adulation Flash used to wash Peter's alter-ego with every day.

"Perhaps you even got to shag that hottie of y/n Stark?" He laughed even harder. "I know I would get her in no time." As the last word left his mouth, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He was used to getting insulted over and over again, but when it came to you he couldn't let it happen.

The chestnut haired boy got up quickly, turning to face his bully who was rather close to his seat. 

"How dare you-" As words found their way out of his lips trough gritted teeth, MJ pulled his sleeve signaling that he should let it go.

"Oh, what happened? Penis Parker's crush is out of his league? Well, I'm not surprised. If she's breathing, she's already out of your league." And with that said, almost everyone was laughing.

Luckily enough the driver's voice interrupted their conversation.

"Take your seats in silence, this isn't an amusement park." He scolded grumpily.

"Heard that, Eugene?" MJ mockingly raised her eyebrows as the boy huffed, walking back to his seat.

Peter's eyes were still seeking revenge for all the years of bullying that had piled up, not being able to forget a single insult Flash had ever said to him. But this. Insulting Mr. Stark, insulting you- it was too much. 

Ned slowly pulled him down to sit again. MJ's voice got close to Peter's ear, so that she wouldn't be heard by the girl sitting next to her. "You know how much I'd enjoy watching you completely disintegrate that guy but even so, it'd be useless. You'd just get in trouble. You won't prove your point because no matter what, you still can't tell him about..." She paused. "You know."

Peter nodded, breathing slowly to calm himself down and decided to patiently wait until they'd get to their destination. He knew his friend was right, so he put in his earphones to help himself ignore his bully.

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The moment the class walked into the tower, following the far too enthusiastic teacher, the head of Mr. Stark's personal security team was ready to examine their backpacks and bags.

When Peter's turn came, he handed the man his backpack that only contained a sandwich for the day and a few other harmless items. Although, the man didn't take ahold of his bag, instead he looked at the boy and gestured him to pass.

"Don't worry Peter, I know you're clean." The man almost smiled.

"Thanks, Happy." Peter smiled, slightly embarrassed at the thought of the whole school watching. Some of the students who were closer and had witnessed the scene gave Peter a confused look to why Mr Stark's head of security would know someone like Peter Parker.

"Internship." Was all the boy said shrugging slightly, although it came out more as a question than as an explanation.

"Alright, let's move towards the elevator everyone! Mrs Potts herself will say a few words in the theatre in a few minutes!" The teacher announced excitedly, freeing Peter from all the stares.

Everyone made their way to the elevator, getting into the room-sized platform.

"Now, the theatre is floor 25. Or -19. Or maybe it's 44. Oh God, so many buttons!" The man quietly freaked out to himself while the rest of the class chatted about how unreal the experience felt.

"It's on floor 3, Mr Wilson." Peter spoke up. Mr Wilson looked at the boy with a puzzled expression, as if to say 'and how would you know that?'

"Mr. Stark always gathers his interns in the auditorium when he needs to announce something." Peter explained shyly. It was a lie, but no one needed to know that. The teacher sent him a grateful nod, then pressed the button that would lead them to the huge room.

As everyone took a seat, a woman appeared in the middle of the large stage. Starstruck eyes were all Pepper could see from her position, explaining the rules of what can and cannot be touched during the upcoming tour. 

"Now, to make sure your experience here gets as pleasant as possible you'll be divided in groups for the tour, each one of which will be guided by a different referee. We'll alternate three groups at the time in each room. As I call your name please step on stage." Pepper started reading from her binder some names, causing several people to climb the stage.

Once everyone was settled into their group, - Peter ending up with both his friends and Flash - Pepper casually added "Alright, now your tutors for the day. For group number one, two and three we have Mr Clinton Barton, Dr Bruce Banner and myself. The following three groups will be following Miss Wanda Maximoff, Mr Stark and Mr Sam Willson. And last but not least, the remaining groups will be guided by Mr Steve Rogers, Miss Natasha Romanoff and Miss y/n Stark." 

The moment these words left her mouth, cheers and screams erupted from each group. Not long after, Steve entered the stage followed by the others. The moment girls saw him in his suit, they were all about to rip their hair off, screaming and jumping. 

You were sipping your coffee, ready to head on stage once you'd have finished.

After properly introducing himself - not that it was needed - Cap spoke up. "Alright, shall we get star-" But a loud noise cut him off, causing everyone's heads to shoot up toward the now open ceiling.

Iron Man's suit descended slowly from above them, causing Pepper to pinch the bridge of her nose and shake her head in frustration. After placing itself on the ground, the red and golden armor shot open revealing a formally dressed Tony Stark. "Starting without me, are you Cap?" 

"You're late." Steve replied in a straight face.

"Forgive me for wanting to make an impression. Grand entrance, ever heard of it?" Tony's voice dripped with sarcasm as he adjusted his tie.

"What a showoff." You exclaimed as you too walked on stage, earning glances and causing loud whispers to rise.

"Alright everybody!" Pepper tried to reinstate order before the situation could worsen. "Let's get started. Stick with your group and your Avenger and...have fun!" She smiled in frustration, sending the groups off to the tour.

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"Hey Cap!" You smiled batting your eyelashes at him the way you always used to do when you needed something. "Looking good today!"

"What do you want y/n?" He playfully rolled his eyes as he waited for the group to tag along.

"You see...I couldn't help but notice that...well, Peter's in your group. I was wandering if maybe we could-"

"Switch?" He completed your question. "Not in a hundred years of life." 

"I only have eight more to go then, so you'll be 101." You chuckled, causing him to join in. 

"You know what? Alright. But my eyes will be on you two the whole time. And if I see something I don't like, I'm telling Tony."

"Roger that." You smiled excitedly right before hugging him. "Thank you!"

"Now let's go." He giggled as our groups finally came along. You immediately spotted Peter and you sent a quick wink his way after eyeing up and down. You then started leading everyone out.

"Did y/n Stark just wink at you?" Ned asked in disbelief.

"Why are you surprised? I've been talking about her for the past six months, dude." Peter remarked in disbelief.

"I know, I know! It's just- it's real!"

"Wow. Thanks for the trust, man." Peter playfully shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't take this the wrong way but...it's just- she looks so out of you league when you're not in your suit."

"I know." Peter smiled goofily. "She's perfect isn't she?"

"Yeah." Ned nodded, still not able to take his eyes off you. Somehow, you were even more beautiful in real life.

"Man! That's my girl you're drooling over!" Peter whispered then chuckled lightly.

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"And this is where the weapons used to be assembled." You said as you set foot into another room of what used to be a death factory. "Feel free to look around for as much as you'd like. Just- don't touch anything, we really would rather if you didn't blow up." You commented sarcastically, causing Cap to speak up.

He chuckled nervously before sending you a death glare that only made you laugh harder. "She's joking, no one is going to explode…hopefully."

"Anyways, if you have any questions we'll be here." You smile as you watched everyone explore a different part of the room.

"Hey, why don't you let me show you how to actually get a girl?" Flash cockily asked as a smirk played on his face the moment his eyes fell on you.

"Flash, don't." Peter threatened.

"Or what? You'll hurt me?" He challenged in a mocking tone.

"No. But she will."

"Oh please, she's a chick. Watch and learn."

Buzz! Buzz!

Your phone had just gotten a text. You took it out of your pocket and saw it was from Peter.

Pete💘

Flirty bully coming your way...

You

I got this ;)

"I have a question!" An approaching voice caused your head to snap up. 

"Yes?" You ask politely as you put your phone away.

That boy must've been Flash, the guy Peter told you about a couple of times. He's a real jerk and Peter's too clever to screw with his strength and powers for someone like that. He knew that if he wanted he could take him out with a touch but Peter grew kind, selfless - and hotter - everyday more, which made you constantly fall more for him, even though you didn't think it was possible.

"Did it hurt when you fell from the sky, angel?" He overconfidently approached you, ready to kiss your hand.

"I can ask my daddy to take you for a fly with his suit and drop you so you feel for it yourself." You snapped with a misleading kind smile before starting to walk by him, leaving an unsatisfied Flash frozen in his tracks.

Before moving onto the next phase of your plan, you leaned to his ear and teasingly whispered "Besides, I've met cuter guys."

You knew that that was a straight up insult to his honor and his ego, and you knew exactly what your next step would be.

"Like who?" He asked, crossing his arms to his chest and raising an eyebrow.

"I dont know, Steve?" You answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - which it was.

"Thanks, kid!" Cap shouted from across the room, making you giggle lightly. Your move and his response to it confirmed that he, in fact, had his eyes - and ears - on you.

"Don't you need someone more...your age?" He asked flirty, obviously meaning himself.

"Maybe you're right." You smiled mischievously. "There'd be Spiderman..." The moment his alter ego was mentioned, you couldn't help but see Peter's head shoot up in your direction.

"Oh please!" He scoffs. "He's just an arrogant jerk."

At that comment you had to hold yourself back from punching him right in the face - which would have made Nat and Tony proud, for sure.

"You, on the other hand..." You mumbled as your eyebrows shot up. He obviously didn't even get close to get the sarcasm dripping from your words and just winked.

"Well," I continued "when he saved you from that mugging attempt and you kept rambling on about how much of a fan your are, it seemed quite the opposite." You cockily comment while sarcastically inspecting your nails. 

"And he's a liar, too." He snapped after a couple of seconds, not being able to think of a comeback fast enough to avoid seeming pathetic.

You sighed, trying to hide the amusement given by the situation. "You're right, he can be a bit or a git sometimes. Plus, he's too cocky and definitely too stubborn." You falsely described the superhero, trying to send any suspect away from Peter. "He's just not my type."

Especially since you knew exactly what your next move would be.

"And what is your type, then?" He asked after gulping loudly, trying to keep his confident attitude up.

"My boyfriend." You spoke, although your words didn't seem to intimidate Flash at all. "He has been working here for just a few months but my father loves him! He is sweet, kind, fun, cute, but I still think he's way out of my league." You chuckled lightly.

"C'mon, I doubt there's someone in this universe who's out of your league." He flirted again. "If you show me a closet or something, I can make you forget about him in no time." He was the one now whispering in your ear. As opposed to the effect that you had on him, though, his flirtatious words did nothing to you.

"I'd never want to forget about him. But thanks...Eugene." You simply replied before turning around, ready to walk away.

"How do you-"

"I'm y/n Stark. I see everything. I know everything." You cockily cut him off, then you swung your hips as you walked towards an amused Cap, who was attentively watching the scene, and a smirking Nat, who held out her fist for you to bump yours against.

"And now?" She asked.

"Now it's time for phase two." You grinned, proud of how everything had gone according to plan and confident in the way you were avenging your boyfriend.

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that." Cap admitted. "Closer than three feet and I'm telling your father."

"You better start heading your way, then." You smiled mischievously, causing Cap to sigh and Net to giggle.

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"Didn't go so well, did it?" Flash' friends teased him as his ears had gone red out of embarrassment and anger. 

"Told you." Peter muttered as he couldn't help but laugh along.

"Excuse me?" Flash turned around to face the boy, ready - as always - to let his anger out on Peter.

"I told you that you couldn't get her." Peter spoke up as a proud grin found its way on your face.

"And you could, nerd?" He asked as everyone started to laugh along again.

The loud laughs and Peter's clenched fists were your cue: time for phase two. You walked straight up to the group, not having to pretend as a lovestruck smile found its way on your lips.

"Flash!" You called sweetly causing him to turn around, a little taken aback from the sudden change in your mood.

"Realized your mistake, doll?" He teased.

"You never told me you knew Peter!" You exclaimed, completely ignoring his question.

"P-parker?" Flash' tone was filled with anger, embarrassment, jealousy and shock.

"Hey, y-y/n. H-how are you?" Peter stuttered, a little embarrassed by all the attention being on the two of you. His smile caused a blush to take over your cheeks.

"Hey, babe. Is that the Star Wars shirt I gifted you? It looks so good on you!" You cheered confidently as your arms found their way behind the boy's neck.

"Thank-" Before he could get out another syllable he was cut off by your lips on his and, although he was taken aback by the action, it didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss. You brushed your fingers through his chestnut curls, signaling to him that it was alright to pull you closer by the waist.

You could have sworn you heard Flash's jaw hit the floor, or everyone's jaw for that matter.

The kiss quickly came to an end when your father's shouting voice echoed through the room nearby.

"They WHAT?"

Damn you, Cap! You thought.

You chuckled and rested your forehead on Peter's for a second as you sarcastically whispered to him "Glad he caught up after only six months."